Dean woke up first.

Sunlight was pouring through the curtains, lighting the room in a bluish tint. It took him a moment to realize where he was and that he…wasn't clothed?

He looked down and nearly jumped out of his skin. Sam was barely a foot away from him, also naked, sleeping and closer to Dean's junk than he had ever been in his life.

Dean almost punched Sam in the head before he noticed the blood.

There were little blood stains all around him, but the one that was most prominent was the bigger stain in between him and Sam.

Oh, God.

Dean sat up slowly. He felt as if something was twisting his heart and his gut. Terror was taking hold of him. He surveyed the room.

It looked as if a tornado had moved through. The other bed was almost off the base, the table and chairs were strewn haphazardly all over. Papers, books, everything was just a wreck.

He started noticing pain in him, especially between his shoulders. He looked down at his arm and saw scratches all over them, as if…

Someone had tried to get away.

Thea.

He looked around for her, the name sending a weird need for her. A need to be around her, to know where she was.

He got up, pain now throbbing through his body, but he ignored it. After pulling on a pair of jeans, he walked over to where the bathroom door was open halfway. He pushed it open, looked around, and fell back with a cry.

Thea was laying on the floor naked, covered in bruises, teeth marks, and scratches. Her long hair was tangled and flung around her. He saw dried blood on an exposed thigh, along with a nasty looking bite mark.

Dean sank to his knees. We did this, he thought. We did this to Thea. She trusted us and we hurt her…

He vaguely heard Sam stir behind him and say his name, but he couldn't form words. He couldn't have even passed them through the lump that had formed in his throat anyway. Tears blurred his vision. He couldn't grasp it. He didn't even remember.

"Dean, what is it.."

Sam stopped short, seeing exactly what Dean was seeing. Sam looked down at his brother, shaking his head. "No. No, she didn't…we didn't…"

"Yeah, Sammy," Dean whispered. "I think we did."

Sam started to cry in a way Dean hadn't seen in a long time. He hadn't cried that much even when Bobby died. Dean crawled on the floor towards Thea, whose breathing was shallow and quiet. He smoothed the hair out of her face, wincing at the bruises on her face. Her lips were swollen and she had a nasty bump on her head.

Her eyes fluttered open to see him looking at her. They were red and swollen from crying. Even then, she still looked unbelievably beautiful to him.

"Dean," she whispered.

"Shh," he said, trying to find something to help her. "It's okay, Thea. I'm so sorry Thea, I'm so sorry…"

He stood up and grabbed a washcloth that had fallen under the floor. He turned on the faucet and ran it under warm water, his hands shaking, his eyes blurry.

He fell back onto his knees and gingerly lifted her head so that she was propped up. He looked at Sam, who was sitting with his head between his knees.

"Sam!" he said harshly. "Go get a blanket or something, don't just sit there!"

Sam shot up, needing something to do. He grabbed a sheet from the mattress that was almost on the floor and brought it back to them. He held it out, turned away from Dean and Thea. He couldn't bear to look at them.

Dean covered Thea and started to gently wipe away the blood on her face.

She lifted her gaze to meet his. "Dean, you're crying." she whispered.

He tried to laugh but nothing came out. "I should be. I should go put a bullet in my head now. Sam's too." His lip trembled and his hand shook as he started to wipe off her neck. Bite marks and hickies covered it, although there wasn't really any blood there.

"Most of the blood isn't mine," she rasped. "It's mostly yours and Sam's. Just so you know."

"Dean," Sam stood over them. "What do we do? Do we call an ambulance? Turn ourselves in?"

Thea's hand touched Dean's. "No hospitals. Nothing." She closed her eyes and a tear leaked from beneath the lid. "What's done is done."

He wiped the tear away with a brush of his thumb. He didn't know what to say. What does someone say after something like this? Hey, uh, sorry about the whole raping you thing. We weren't really aware of our actions, so, hey! Let's just pretend it never happened, yeah?

Finally, he found his voice. "I'm gonna get you washed up, okay Thea?"

She just nodded. Dean jerked his head to the large bathtub behind him, telling Sam to turn it on. Sam moved robotically, turning the knobs and testing the water to be sure that it wasn't too hot or cold. He found a bar of bubble bath and threw it in, watching the suds grow.

When the tub was full, Dean picked her up and set her in carefully. She hissed in pain as the hot water covered her cuts and bruises, but soon she relaxed, sinking lower into the water. Her hair fanned out in front of her, shielding her body from the view of the boys. She leaned her head back against the wall, a heavy sigh escaping her.

She turned and looked at them. "I know how you guys are feeling right now," she said softly.

"Yeah, I doubt that." Dean replied shortly, not looking at her.

"Oh, really?" Anger was evident in her voice. "Guess what, Dean, I lived it. You don't remember any of it, but I do! I remember the fear and the pain," her voice caught in her throat and made her pause for a moment. "And I remember thinking about how much you would both hate yourselves for it."

"You're right," he said. "We do hate ourselves. We'll be turning ourselves in as soon as we know you're okay."

"No, Dean."

"Why not!"

"Because I feel it, okay?" She looked down and fingered at her hair.

Dean's throat felt tight. "Feel what?"

"Don't be stupid, Dean. I have no patience for it."

She closed her eyes and all of a sudden, she sank below the water.