Sam was x-rayed, cleaned up, casted, doped up and tucked in – all in that order. Dean plopped down on the large chair beside the bed. He was just about to fall asleep when the door opens and Urduja steps in. Dean pretends to be asleep, just to see what she would do.

In her right hand was a small brown bottle and in the other, a small brown package. She takes her coat off and Dean sees her toned arms, decorated with some symbols unknown to him. She sits on the bed, right next to Sam and pulls the table near her. She makes the sign of the cross and whispers a prayer he couldn't understand. She opens the bottle and the smell of coconut fills the room.

Dean panics and immediately stands up, points his gun at her. "What the fuck are you doing?"

She doesn't look at him and continues to smear the leaves with oil.

"It's anointed bayabas leaves. Sanctified coconut oil makes the healing go faster."

"Oh yeah? Well Sam told me he smelled coconut from that thing. How do I know you aren't trying to turn him or something?"

She looks at him, deadpan and cool. "You don't and I won't. I'm trying to help him. I'm unarmed Dean. You can shoot me right here, right now or you can let me do my job and help him. My brother did his part. Let me do mine." She sounded tired and soft. Both of them looked at each other for a full minute, not moving, each adamant in what they believed in. Finally, she dropped her arms to her side and walked towards Dean. She turned her back and stepped backwards until the back of her head met the business end of his gun.

"There. You keep that there while I do what I do. If at anytime your instinct tells you that I'm doing something I'm not supposed to, you have my permission to shoot." She turned her head to see Dean's stern but confused look. "I'm walking back to Sam's side. I suggest you keep that gun there." She took one tentative step, waiting for the older Winchester to follow. He didn't disappoint and kept the gun on her head.

She sat back down on the bed and lifted the sleeve of Sam's hospital gown. She then placed the anointed leaves on the puncture wounds and said a little prayer. She covered them up with gauze and tape and pulled the sleeve back down.

"It will take one night to see the results. You sure you can last that long with that thing on my head?"

"Sweetheart, I was built for all nighters."

"Well, I'm tired. So, I hope you won't mind if I sit on the couch. You can keep that thing on my head while I'm there."

"You betcha, Xena." He smirked.

"Urduja. Call me Xena one more time and you'll be on a bed beside your brother."

"Whatever." Dean scoffed.

Somewhere between O'dark thirty and fucking ungodly hour, Dean wakes Urduja. He kicked her boots, a little harder than what he'd usually do to a girl. "Wake up, warrior princess. Time to see if your little experiment worked."

It's almost inhuman that she's up and about like she didn't sleep at all. Dean puts that on his list. She gently rouses Sam.

"Sam? Sam?" He stirs and opens a bleary eye. "Good. How do you feel?"

"Like I'm drugged up…"

She lets out a soft laugh. "Okay. Sam? I'm going to take out the bandages on your arm, okay? Let me know if it hurts."

He nods at her but keeps his eyes closed. She motions at Dean to come closer. "You know the drill." She points at the back of her head. Dean complies but a little weary this time.

She works on the bandages like she was a doctor herself. It was almost like a dance. She wipes Sam's arm with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol. She moves a bit to show Dean his brother's supposed injured arm. There were no scars – at all. Dean put the gun down and moves closer to inspect the arm. He lightly slaps Sam's face. "Dude…Dude! You feel weird?"

"Dean…I feel okay…lemme sleep a little bit more…ger-ooffme"

He whips around and looks at Urduja. "What did you do to him?"

"The manananggal uses demonic sanctified coconut oil – langis. I used holy oil to counteract it. The bayabas leaves have healing properties that act as a catalyst and emulsifier, speeding up the healing process. Her claws won't kill nor would it turn the victim. It just makes the flesh perpetually infected."

"The hummana-manana what now?"

Her reply was cut short by a knock on the door. Dave enters the room and was taken aback by the tension that seems to be filling the enclosed space. "May I come in?"

"Yeah Kuya. I was just about to leave anyway." Urduja motioned for the door.

"You did your part, Bunso?" Dave asked moving towards the bed to check on Sam.

"Yes, Kuya. Can I go now?" She said exasperatedly.

Dave laughed. He stepped towards his sister and pulled her into a hug. "You never stopped being my bunso, you know that?" He kissed the top of her head, him being a full head taller than her. "Get something to eat first. Drive slowly – that thing you call transportation is going to kill you before any creature does."

"Kuya…" She squirmed away from his grasp. "Are you done?" She whined.

"Oh, and take him with you." He points at Dean, to which the older Winchester responded to with a shocked look.

"Nah. I'm good here." Dean sat down on the chair next to the bed.

Dave sighed. "Look, you have to understand something. You two are the only ones who can stop that thing before it kills any more pregnant women. Your brother is out of commission for a while Dean, and Urduja, you can't do this alone. So, I suggest you two set aside your differences and make nice. You can go back to hating each other when this job is done."

Dean gave the siblings a defiant look. Sam finally sits up and speaks. "The doc's right, Dean. The faster you guys work together, the faster you kill this thing. I'm not exactly the best person to have in this hunt."

Urduja rolled her eyes. "C'mon kupal. There's mutiny in the room. Breakfast first, killing later. I'm buying – with your money" She points at her brother. "So, let's order the most expensive thing on the menu of Dean and DeLuca"

Dean looks at his brother and against his judgment, grabs his jacket and follows Urduja out the door.

"Children!" Sam and Dave said simultaneously. They shared a laugh and Dave started checking his supposed wounds and his broken foot.

"Well, my sister did a good job on your puncture wounds. Your foot though, will be in that cast for about 6 weeks. You can't stay here though as the hospital staff would question your presence and I don't want to have to pull rank unless it's necessary"

"I understand, completely. My brother and I are staying at a motel nearby."

"That's not what I meant." He smiled at Sam. "You don't have to stay at a motel. Our house is big enough for all of us and then some. You can stay there until everyone is safe."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Why are you helping us? Pardon the suspicion."

Dave raised a hand "No offense taken. It's just a promise we made to our parents. We take care of other hunters if and when we meet one – or two. I'm sure you have a lot of questions and I'll be more than happy to answer them. Let me just finish my rounds and then we'll talk."

"Okay." Dave headed for the door but stopped when Sam called him

"Doc! Dave…"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

Dave smiled genuinely. "You're welcome."

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Translation

Bunso – a term of endearment given to the youngest member of the family.