November, 2006: Day 3

My back was extremely stiff at this point. And my leg was numb. Why wouldn't one of them wake up yet? I remained tied to the chair the entire night. I didn't get much sleep at all. It's kind of hard to sleep when you're twisted up like a pretzel.

I thought about what the two guys had told me. A demon? I really didn't know what to believe. It seemed so crazy to even think about it for a long period of time.

The two of them got up relatively early. Sam woke up earlier than Dean. He didn't pay much attention to me at all as he got up to use the bathroom. Dean was slower getting out of bed, but he eventually did. And kind of freaked out.

"Sam!" He shouted. If I had to guess, I would say that he didn't remember much from last night. "What's wrong?" He asked, stepping out of the bathroom. Dean stood up and put pressure on his bad knee. I would've thought it hurt, but it didn't seem to phase him too much.

"What the heck happened?" He asked, having to take a seat on the bed. Sam headed over and sat down across from him. "You lost too much blood and blacked out." Sam told him.

Dean's eyes widened. "Woah." He seemed impressed. "You did a lot of stitching." Dean ran a hand down his side. I cleared my throat and the boys looked at me for the first time this morning.

"Uh, well I…helped." Sam said, scratching the back of his head. Dean looked at him, then back at me, and then back at him. "You untied her?!" He asked. "She could've gotten away!"

Sam stared hesitantly at me, but I wasn't helping him out at all. "Dean, you passed out. What was I supposed to do?" He replied. Dean was still pissed, but he saw the logic in allowing me to help.

"You're welcome." I said aloud. They looked back over at me and then at each other. "What do we do with her now?" Dean whispered to Sam, who shrugged. "I don't know, we've never kidnapped anyone before."

That struck me as an odd sentence. Were they really the good guys in this mix up? As long as I am tied up, I'm going to say no to that one. They whispered some more between themselves before getting up to grab some breakfast out of the small, cheap refrigerator in the room.

I was pretty hungry myself, but they didn't offer me anything. The smell of food was too good though, and I had to ask. "Are you planning on starving me?" I asked. Maybe that wasn't the best way to get food.

"We should get her something to eat." Sam said to Dean, who didn't seem very keen on that idea. "She kicked my knee out of place." He said, taking a bite of whatever it was he had in his hand. I couldn't see, the couch was blocking my view.

"Yeah, and she set it back." Sam argued. Which wasn't entirely true, he actually did the popping. I sure wasn't going to say anything though at this point. "She wants us to untie her hands so she can get away again." Dean decided.

Which, he was right. "Come on, I haven't eaten in hours. I totally missed dinner." I added. Sam stared at Dean, giving him this horribly cute look. "She hasn't even been able to wash you're blood off her hands." He said. "Or use the bathroom." I chimed in. "I really do need to pee."

Dean started to look a bit concerned about that. "We can't untie you." Dean restated. Sam came over to me still and stood behind the chair. "I'll watch her." He said. "She didn't escape last night. Give her the benefit of the doubt."

I could tell Dean was considering it. "If she rats us out to the cops, it's your fault." He said. Sam tugged on the rope around my hands and it fell to the ground. I was surprised at their trust. I almost felt guilty for going to turn them in. Almost.

My wrists hurt a little, but I was going to be fine. Sam untied my legs and I stretched myself out. He looked at me still as I did so. "Granola bar?" Sam asked, lifting up his bag that was on the couch.

"I'd eat about anything at this point." I said. Granola bars were just okay, but I didn't mind. Sam tossed me one and I caught it. Dean still seemed on edge about me being untied. I couldn't blame him.

I tore off the plastic packaging and ate the bar quickly. The two of them watched me awkwardly. "I'm really sorry we got off on a bad foot." I said. Sam gave a nod but Dean still looked pissed off.

"Veronica Carter." I offered my hand to Sam, who shook it. "Sam Winchester." He said. I smiled. "Like the gun?" I asked. He laughed and nodded yes. "And you?" I offered my hand to Dean next.

He looked at it before caving and shaking it. "Dean." Was all he said. We stared awkwardly again at each other. "How does your side feel?" I asked him. Dean seemed to ease up a bit. "Like a patchwork quilt." He said.

Funny. At least it was stitched up. "You lost a lot of blood." I continued. He seemed amused. "I've been worse, don't worry." He said. Well, I still would, but okay.

"When can I go back home?" I asked. They weren't quick to answer, which I could understand. "I understand something unexplainable happened, and that you two aren't really FBI agents, and that you guys aren't really the bad guys in this. If you were, you would've killed me already. Right?"

They stayed silent for a few moments, Sam waiting for Dean to speak first. "Yeah, you can go home." He said. I assumed they were going to leave town pretty quickly, so I would have to notify the police once I got home.

I used the bathroom while Sam and Dean collected their things. They offered me a ride home, which I took. The quicker I got there, the quicker I could get them turned in.

They locked up the motel room and headed to their car. I followed behind the two and climbed into the back seat. "Dean, your knee was just now popped back into place. There is no way you are driving." Sam said.

"One scratch Sam, and you'll be sorry." Dean threatened. Sam didn't seem to take it too seriously. "Take some aspirin or something if you're in pain." He told Dean. They must be pretty close friends. It would take a while to learn how to pick up on someone's actions like that.

I had to guide Sam back through the town to where my apartment was located.

There wasn't a lot of traffic out at this time, which made it easy to get back. But it was dark out, and I had a long walk up to my apartment.

"We should go with you." Sam said before I opened the door. "No," I said, "I'll be fine." Sam looked at Dean, who looked at me, then at Sam. "We should." He said, without giving a reason why.

I shrugged. "Okay. I'm up a few flights." That didn't seem to concern them though. The two of them got out of the car and walked with me to my building. Dean held the door open to the stairwell for me and I went up, digging for the key in the pocket of my scrubs. Luckily it was there.

"Well, uh. Thanks?" I said. Thanks for kidnapping me. And potentially saving my life. Although I doubted that last one. A bit. "Thanks for stitching us up." Sam said. Dean didn't say anything, and then Sam nudged him in the side with his elbow. "Right, thanks." He said.

I opened up the door to my apartment to find the lights already on. That was odd, I always shut them off. Two familiar faces appeared from the kitchen. "Mom? Dad?" I said. Why were my parents here?

"Hey honey!" My mom said, giving me a hug. I hugged her back. "How long ago did you guys get here?" I asked. Why were they even here? It wasn't my birthday or anything special.

"You're mother and I wanted to surprise you. Dinner is on the table." My dad said, placing a hand on my shoulder. They started at Sam and Dean and then back at me. Crap. This wasn't what it probably looked like.

"Agents Kapplan and McAlister offered me a ride back home from the hospital. My car broke down." I said. "They were investigating Medicare fraud in my department." I lied. Why was I lying for them?

Sam and Dean looked relieved that I did though. "Pleasure working with you, Dr. Carter." Dean said, going along with the act. "Have a nice night." Sam added. I gave them a nod and they grabbed the door to close it.

"Hey," I said, which made everyone pause. I inhaled again before wrinkling my nose. "Do you guys smell natural gas?" I asked. Sam and Dean exchanged shocked looks before throwing the door back open.

My mom wrapped her hand around my neck, twisting my body around to face Sam and Dean again. "Don't move, or I'll kill her." I smacked my mom but she tightened her grip up.

"Mom?" What the heck was going on? She pulled my head down and looked at me with completely black eyes. Not this again. I thought this wasn't real! "Shut up." She said.

Without warning my dad threw himself at Dean, tackling him into the hallway. They continued to fight out there while Sam made a dash for me. Instantly he stopped and doubled over in pain.

"Stop it!" I screamed. Rearing my head back, I smashed Mom's nose and broke free. That stopped whatever she was doing to Sam, who then charged at her. He pushed her onto the floor and held her down.

"Get out, or I'll force you to." Sam said, holding my Mom's head up off the ground. She blinked and her eyes flashed black again. And she turned her head towards me. "So sorry." She smirked.

Mom turned her head back towards Sam before snapping her neck at an odd angle. There was a distinct crack and her body went limp. The darkness in her eyes disappeared and black smoke filled the room, whisking away through the crack in the window.

"Mom." My body felt numb. I placed my fingers on her neck trying in vain to find a pulse. She wasn't dead. She could still be saved. She wasn't gone. I traced my ring finger along her rib cage till I found her sternum.

I intertwined my hands and began chest compressions. One, two, three, four. Sam wrapped an arm around my midsection and pulled me away from her body. "No!" I screamed, slipping away from his grasp.

Five, six, seven, eight. "Veronica." Sam said, but I ignored him. Nine, ten, eleven. He grabbed me again, pulling me back. Wildly I tried to get away, to save her. I had to save her. I dug my fingernails into his arm, trying to get him to let me go.

"She's gone." Sam said, barely a whisper. I removed my hands from his arm and collapsed in a fit of tears. Sam's arm was the only thing holding me up. How could this happen to me? First my patient, then my parents. How many people were going to die? At this point in time, I wish I would have too. But this wasn't then end of my story. And I hated that.

Sam slowly released me and I moved to kneel down at my mother's side. Gently I closed her eyelids. Dean entered the room right about then, and Sam and I turned to see him.

The arms of his jacket were splattered with blood. He made eye contact with me before looking down. Dad was gone too. I assumed so, since he was possessed with one of those things as well.

"Veronica, I am-" Dean began, but I cut him off before he could continue. "It's not your fault." I said. "You hunt those things?" Sam and Dean looked at each other. I knew it was an odd question at the moment. "Yeah, one of the things we hunt." Sam replied.

"Then count me in."