So I just wanted to say thanks for all the story alerts and favorites, means a lot. Reviews are also very welcome as it really does help. Thanks for reading :) xx
(I'm also considering trying my hands on some weechester...
cant decide if I wanna get it in to this story as memories or start a new one.. any ideas?)
Sam burst out the door only to run straight in to Mia, making her lose her balance and stumble back against the wall.
"Are you ok? What's going on?" He scanned the area but couldn't see anything so he turned to face her and noticed the boxes scattered all over the ground.
"Yea... sorry... I must've dropped them... sorry... didn't mean to scare you..." It looked like she was trying to move, eyes fixed on the edge of the forest not too far from them. Sam looked around once more before he walked up to her and tried to catch her eyes.
"Are you ok? What happened?"
She slowly shook her head and tried to focus. There was nothing there. He's not coming back. You're safe.
"Nothing... I... sorry.. I thought I..." She couldn't help but look towards the trees again, squinting her eyes, trying to see. Her side hurt and she absentmindly touched it with her hand, feeling warmth and stickyness.
"You're bleeding." It wasn't a question, and he didn't sound freaked out.
"I guess I am." She wiped her hand off on her shirt, it wasn't a deep cut, must've happened when she dropped the boxes, something must've scratched her.
"I have some stuff in my room, let me patch you up." She nodded but didn't move, eyes still fixed on the forest. It made her jump a little when Sam put his hand on her back and nudged her towards the open door to his room. She turned around and let Sam guide her in, and sat down on the table, legs dangling a bit.
Sam went outside and gathered up the boxes she'd been carrying, mostly full of kitchen stuff and groceries, he stacked them right outside of the door and then walked back in again and closed the door behind him. She seemed to relax a little when he closed the door and her eyes weren't as glazed over. He pulled a chair out and grabbed the first aid kit and sat down in front of her.
"Do you mind if I take a look?" He gestured towards her shirt and she nodded at first, and then shook her head, cleared her throat and looked at him straight in the eyes. Panic still lingering but she seemed to be fully there now.
"No, I don't mind. Do you need me to stand up?"
"Yea, that would probably help." She stood up and pulled up her shirt a bit to let Sam get to work. He couldn't move though. The cut wasn't at all bad and would only take him a couple of minutes to patch up, but it was her scars that stunned him. Scratches, not unlike Deans, stretched from her hip and seemed to be going up over her upper body.
"Oh..." She cleared her throat. "I got mauled by... uhm... a grizzly I guess... it happened a couple of years ago... sorry... I should've warned you.. it's not exactly pretty." Sam quickly gathered himself.
"Don't worry, I've seen a lot worse..." He started cleaning her wound and bandaged it in silence.
"So... What happened out there?" The hoarse voice coming from the bed made her jump and she looked over wondering how she hadn't noticed him before. The man sitting on the bed was watching her intently with green eyes, his hair a blonde mess. Even with the disadvantage of being sat in bed, head slightly leaned back and coughing quietly, he was still gorgeous. Something looked wrong though, a thin layer of sweat seemed to be covering him and his breathing was a bit too heavy.
Sam watched her go from scared little girl to determined young woman in the couple of second it took her to cross the room. She leaned slightly forward and over Dean, putting her hand on his forehead.
"You're burning up." She let her hand linger for a second.
"Sore throat?" It was more of a statement that a question. Dean nodded.
"I'll be back in a sec, I've got some soup and stuff, it's the least I can do." A bit shocked that Dean hadn't pushed her away Sam opened the door for her and lifted the boxes up.
"At least let me help with this." She nodded and grabbed one of the boxes off of him and he followed her out and then through the reception and in to the kitchen, walking past her sister sitting behind the desk reading a magazine.
She put her box down on the table and gestured for Sam to sit down and he watched her heat up soup and walk around the kitchen gathering bits from everywhere putting it on a tray.
Back in the room Dean tried stretching a little bit again, his legs and arms and well... everything was aching and the headache that had just been dull before was starting to get more intense. He wasn't quite sure what do expect when she came back, there had been a stubbornness about her that he wasn't sure he would be able to fight.
But he had also seen how terrified she had been when she had first entered the room, and he had seen her scars. Grizzly, eh? He wondered if maybe there was something out there that had done that to her, something far worse that a bear.
