A/N: Is there only two people reading this story? Come on, I can't be that bad a writer can I… if you guys want me to stop then I guess don't review but I still would've preferred it if you all just confirmed my belief that I am not a good writer.
Once again, thanks to the the two members who review. But to the rest of you, don't be so un-giving *pouts*…
Chapter 7 –
Having got a room in a motel, Sam ran over to the room and opened it knowing full well that Dean would want to get to work on her injuries as soon as possible. He quickly got back in the car and drove it to the parking space in front of their room. Getting out of the car, he opened the back door and stretched his arms out so Dean could place her in his arms. Sam carried her out of the car.
Dean got out after Sam, not wasting any time he quickly shut the back door and took her back in his arms. Dean told Sam to get the first aid kit, and then took her in the room.
When Sam came in with the kit, Dean was already inspecting the damage. Sam gave the kit to Dean and quietly sat on the opposite bed, waiting for instructions incase Dean needed something. He watched Dean as he tenderly worked on cleaning each cut on her body and dressing them in turn. Dean having to cut her tank top open and leaving her in just her bra had no effect on Dean's concentration on her wounds, which had surprised Sam. He knew his big brother couldn't concentrate around half naked girls. But Sam realised Ale wasn't just any girl to Dean, not anymore. She had more than proved it in the hunt that she was worthy of admiration and adoration.
She had three deep slashes on her body, two on each arm and one across the full width of her stomach. She had other smaller cuts but they weren't deep enough for stitches. She didn't wake up through the whole patch up process, not even moving whilst Dean stitched her cuts.
'Sammy, I'm done here. Could you get the bags from the car. I'll just wash my hands. I'll be right back.' Dean said, and went to the bathroom.
Dean washed his hands off her dried blood with tears blurring his eyes. He gripped the edges of the wash basin to stop himself from breaking down and crying. She hadn't waited for them to act. She had gone in all guns blazing so to speak on her first damn hunt. Dean had seen her in action, his heart swelling in pride. She hadn't been great at her aim with the gun but she hadn't backed down. I am gonna have to teach her how to aim properly and throw knives, as soon as she gets better.
Splashing his face with cold water, he dried himself and returned to find Sam carrying their bags into the motel room. Sam placed the bags on the floor and then got to work on laying the salt lines in front of the windows and the door and drawing a devil's trap on the door.
Dean moved over to his bag and got a change of boxers and t-shirt for himself and a t-shirt for her. He put the bag back and carried his own clothes into the bathroom, leaving a t-shirt on the bed she was asleep on. Appearing after a few minutes, showered and dressed for bed.
Sam took the opportunity to take his own change of clothes to get ready for bed. Sam felt tired and drained after using his powers on the demons. He knew a shower would help sooth his pain and it would give Dean some alone time with Ale. He knew Dean was pretending he was okay when he wasn't. Sam was surprised to see his brother twisted into knots over a girl. Dean's feelings seemed to be more intense for her than any other girl that had ever come into Dean's life, Cassie included. This scared Sam slightly. But if she could make Dean happy then Sam vowed he would make sure they got together despite their stubbornness. He had seen enough today to know she meant something to Dean.
Dean went and sat beside her on the bed. Moving the sheet off her body, the one he had wrapped around her to keep her warm after patching her up, he gently pulled her up in a sitting position and dressed her in his t-shirt. Laying her back down, he moved onto the bottom part of her body. He removed her jeans which were stained with blood. He ran his hand over her smooth legs to check for cuts or bruises but found none. He was glad there was no damage to the lower part of her body. He decided she didn't need any pants on in place of her jeans as she was in bed and she had her own boxers on. He wrapped her in the blanket and got up off the bed to get around to the other side. Sighing, he got in bed beside her and wrapped his arm around her gently so as not to hurt her. Please don't die on me. I couldn't live if something happened to you. This is all my fault. I should have paid more attention. I should have acted faster. I should have taught you hunting myself, shown you how it's done properly. I am so sorry. He kissed her cheek and shut his eyes. He was out before his head hit the pillow.
Early in the morning, Dean woke up to find her missing from the bed. He looked over at the other bed. Sam was still sleeping. Dean got in a state of panic. He got up, and checked the salt lines, which were intact. He was about to wake Sam up when he heard the bathroom door open. She walked out clutching her stomach.
'You should've woken me up. I thought...' Dean just looked at her annoyed, his panic turning into anger. 'Come on, I'll help you.'
'No, I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me.' Ale walked slowly over to the bed. She got in, wincing at the pain.
Dean got in beside her. 'Why did you put yourself in danger like that? You pissed her off on purpose. You don't just start chanting Latin exorcisms like that. I am gonna have to teach you how to hunt.' He said, exasperated.
'I had to make use of the element of surprise. She didn't expect me to know the Latin exorcism. It did kinda work. I got one demon even before they knew what I was doing. It's not my fault I was one against twelve or more. It was my first time hunting. I'll get better with practice.' Ale replied in a whisper. She didn't want to wake Sam up. 'And stop shouting. Sammy will wake up.'
'You put us all at risk. What do expect me to do, congratulate you?' He rolled his eyes. 'Meg is dead now. We don't have to worry about her anymore.'
'Yeah, I know I saw you killing her. I am so happy she's dead. I never liked her. She reminded me of my sister, Elena.' Ale told him.
'You don't like your sister?' Dean asked curious. It was the first time she had mentioned her family.
'No, she is the wicked witch of the west. And she isn't my sister anymore. I don't exist there anymore, remember.'
'She can't be that bad.' He pushed, wanting to know more about her life before she joined them.
'If you call, living on your parents' wealth and status, not doing a single day's hard work, treating non-rich people like they are inferior to you, calling your little sister names if she doesn't want to be a media whore like yourself and pretending your talented when your biggest talent is being talentless, not being bad. Then I guess I may be wrong.' Ale said, flushed in the face. Thinking about her sister always made her mad. 'She even managed to use my parents' death to get herself sympathy from the public by being photographed outside the cemetery or buying flowers for their graves.'
'She sounds nothing like you.' Dean stated.
'Aren't I glad about that.' She replied.
'I'm glad you're not like other rich chicks. Can't say the same for your shopping habits though.' He said grinning.
'Well I had a lot of money. I inherited a lot and I had my own businesses too. Most of my inheritance was donated to the 'hope' network, a charity I founded. I only kept some presents from my parents, like a private island and a yacht. All my other things have come with my own hard work. I know you hate rich people but it's not my fault I was born rich. I never really liked the rich lifestyle anyway.' She defended herself.
'I don't hate rich people. I have nothing against them if they are good people which most of them aren't. I don't hate you. I never said I did.' Dean pulled her closer to him subconsciously.
'You think I'm a midget though.' She pointed out.
'I didn't mean it. You're short but not that short. Anyway, being short can be cute sometimes depending on overall looks. I am short for a guy, but I know I'm hot so it's okay.' He smirked and winked at her.
She punched him in the shoulder, 'You have the biggest ego ever.' She blushed.
'Thanks.' Dean grinned.
That's when they both realized they were flirting with each other.
Dean looked away, 'Erm…I'm still tired. I'm gonna go back to sleep now. You try to get some sleep too. You look like death warmed over.' He said.
'That makes me feel so much better.' She said, sarcastically.
'Thought so. You don't need anything, do you?' Dean asked her. She shook her head. He buried his nose in her hair and shut his eyes, hoping to get some shut eye. He smiled at the feel of her naked legs against his and her petite body against his.
'Dean…'
'Mmm…'
'Thanks.'
'For what?' He opened his eyes and looked at her head as she was now facing the other way in his arms.
'For everything.'
He nodded, 'Your welcome. It's the least I can do.' He said shutting his eyes. 'I have been assigned to look after you after all.' He added after a minute, not wanting her to start thinking about his reasons.
She was hurt that the only reason he had took care of her was because he thought looking after her was his job. But it is, isn't it? She had hoped he had done it because he cared about her. I guess that would be asking for too much.
