Chapter 8

The car was flying through the road, the house was far from the town, Dean was making it up by stepping heavy on the accelerator. Sam was turned to the backseat handing a folded piece of fabric.

" Here hold this against your head wound. "

She did, and began dropping her arm down, eyes closing.

" Noelle, don't fall asleep. "

" Trying... "

" Keep talking. "

" About what? "

" Anything. Everything. Just stay awake. "

She stayed still for a moment, forcing her eyes open and staring at the roof or the car. Then she turned her head, looking at Sam.

" That man, ghost. He was going to kill me. " It was not a question.

" Yes . "

" You and... Dean? "

" Yeah. I'm Dean and that's Sam. " Dean answered without looking away from the road.

" You two ... saved ... me. "

" Well, yeah. That's our job. We hunt monsters. "

" Doesn't ... matter. " she looked right into Sam's eyes. " Thank you. "

She held his gaze for a while, those big green eyes barely open, but, full of gratitude, and admiration.

Sam and Dean stayed quiet for a minute. Strange as it may seem, being in the saving people business, doesn't mean that they are grateful. This kid, barely conscious, saying that, and meaning it, well, it wasn't a normal occurence.

" Don't thank us yet kid, we're not at the hospital yet. When you're out of the woods you can say all the thank you's you want. " Said Dean, making the car go even faster.

Her eyes were shut, not having the energy to keep them open anymore.

" no ... can't ... no ... he'll ... find ... me. " Those words were barely audible, but the two men in the car heard them pretty clearly.

And with that, she just couldn't stay awake anymore.