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"What was that?" Gwen asked, breathless, staring up at Dean. Dean, having no idea himself, looked at his brother, who had a dreaded look on his face, one that gave Gwen an idea that it was going to be bad, whatever it had been. Sam drew a long breath before saying shakily,

"Geranid." Dean immediately had an alarmed look on his face, one that was beyond alarm, one that was one of fear, nearly nothing scared Dean or Sam, and Gwen's heart jumped into her throat, knowing that if they were scared, she should be too.

"Can't be!" Dean said, "It's- That's not possible!" His voice was seeping with incredulously and impossibility. The two brothers started at each other, each experiencing similar feelings of their stomach clenching involuntarily. They seemed to have almost forgotten Gwen, who still had adrenaline nearly replacing all blood in her veins.

"Geranid?" Gwen said, her voice high and nervous. Dean glanced at Sam, asking him silently to tell her. Sam did not look back at Gwen so she would not see the look of sheer terror her had on his face. He managed to keep his voice steady when he said,

"Creatures that should be extinct. They can morph into an age of their body; they can appear to be two then turn to an old person in a maximum of one second. They can transport anywhere if they want to." Gwen's body relaxed slightly.

"Oh, so not that bad?" She nearly laughed with relief, but that was instantly extinguished when Sam continued,

"The last time that creature stirred was world war two. They caused it. The forces of exactly what we fight join together in an attempt to overthrow humanity and claim earth for themselves. Hitler was possessed by a demon. Geranids lead the battle." He paused, a pause that put everyone in the car on edge and made them hold their breath. "We could be facing world war three." Sam finished, glancing at his brother, who was determinately keeping his eyes on the road.

Gwen wilted in her chair, heart pounding so fast and hard that she felt like she was having a heart attack. She closed her eyes, but opened them back up again quickly, for she could see the carnage, the bloodshed, the families being torn apart, and the world as they knew it coming to a standstill. Gwen registered dimly that her jean pants were soaked by blood from the wounds that the Geranid had left, bleeding much more than it should be. Gwen searched quickly for a piece of scarp clothing and tied it around her arm above the scratch.

"Where are we going?" Gwen asked faintly, not knowing if she wanted to know more.

"Bobby's." Dean said simply. "He'll want to know about this."

"I'm sorry, Gwen, but we'll have to postpone finding the Shwu." Sam said. Gwen nodded, knowing that greater things could be at stake here.

"Who's Bobby?" She asked, fading fast from blood loss. Cold sweat dampened her clothes and she began to feel dizzy and let her head rest on her broad shoulders, her muscles feeling weak and loose.

"Another hunter." Gwen looked at her arm and discovered that the cloth she'd tied around her arm did not do anything to help.

"Dean," She said, "my arm." Dean and Sam glanced back and Gwen, and not being able to fight back the blackness that creeped at the edges of her mind, closed her eyes and blacked out.

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Gwen awoke to the sounds of nervous chatter outside the car, and it took her a moment to figure out why she felt crummy physically and mentally. She groaned quietly when she remembered and felt the faint ache in her forearm that rose and fell with her now steady heartbeat. Tight bandages were wrapped around her wounds and a band of fabric was fixed to her arm above the scratch.

The voices she'd awoken to seemed blurred together and distorted. She was able to recognize Dean's and Sam's distinct sound, but the third voice she didn't know. She thought hard to remember the name that Dean had told her the night before. Bobby. It must be Bobby. Gwen shifted slightly to tremendous pain rippling throughout her body and she winced, forced to relax again against her will. She sucked in a determined breath, stubbornly getting up to get more answers. She managed to prop herself up to peek out the window to see Dean, Sam and an old man who apparently was Bobby conversing contently, Bobby's forehead creased with extremely worried lines.

Gwen, who was able to move her body comfortably except her left arm, got up and opened the door, stepping out and stopping the dialogue short. Dean and Sam looked at her with relieved sort of expressions, but Bobby looked at her, not able to guess correctly who this strange girl was. Gwen looked back at the seat and saw a rather large blood spot on the seat and she let out a disappointed sigh.

"Oh, I ruined the seat." Dean looked at the seat and regarded it with a,

"It'll wash off." Dean looked at Bobby, who was looking at him and glanced back at Gwen, obviously wanting an explanation on whom she was and why Dean hadn't gone insane when he had seen the blood stain on his beloved '67 Chevy Impala.

"Oh," Dean said, gesturing awkwardly at Gwen. "Gwen, Bobby, Bobby Gwen." Gwen looked up at Bobby and extended her good arm, Bobby accepting, Gwen answering the question she knew was on his mind.

"His daughter." She jerked her head at Dean and Bobby looked incredulously at him. He walked over to him and slapped the back of his head, saying,

"Why didn't you tell me? How long has she been with you two?" Gwen was surprised that Dean had just lyed down and had taken that. Dean had put his hand on the back of his head, rubbing it. He muttered quietly,

"Eleven days."

"Eleven days and she's already in this state!" He gestured to Gwen's arm and bloodied bandages and Gwen quickly said, even though she thoroughly enjoyed the embarrassed looks on Dean's and Sam's faces,

"I'm fine." But Bobby continued, pointing at Sam.

"I expected better from you, Sam, you should've called me earlier!" Even Sam looked disappointed in himself and then Bobby turned to Gwen, and Gwen almost flinched, not sure if she was going to be told off too, but he just held out his hand again and Gwen took it in her own, Bobby saying,

"Nice to meet you, Gwen." He noticed the wound on her arm, asking, "What was that?"

"Geranid." She replied, looking down at her own arm.

"I have something for that." He turned and walked up to his house, and Gwen looked back at Dean and Sam, who were looking at Bobby then at Gwen, and Gwen smiled jokingly, not having to do anything more to get Dean to get all flustered and look at her angrily, and Gwen smiled happily, then rushed after Bobby, desperately wanting the pain coursing through her arm to cease.

She entered the house and saw stacks of papers and books lining the walls, smelled incense burning in a room and saw a shelf of bottles and old, important looking books on them. Bobby was at the shelf, taking down an oddly shaped bottle and heading into another room, coming back to Gwen with a washcloth in his hands, poured some of the strange stuff in the bottle on the washcloth and gesturing to Gwen to take off the bandages.

She slowly unwrapped the bandages to see her whole arm had swollen painfully and the wounds the Geranid had left had enflamed around the edges, turned a sickly green color. Her veins had turned an almost orange color which she was sure wasn't healthy and they had seemed to swell under her skin, causing them to appear like ropes. She tried moving her fingers but they barely moved at all and she winced at the sight of the wounds.

Bobby seemed unfazed, but Sam and Dean who had come to worry for the girl both clenched their jaws, angry at themselves that they weren't able to protect her more.

"This might sting." Bobby said and pressed the cloth to Gwen's worse than infected wound. Gwen winced and uttered a sound of pain, for it had burned and she could almost see the smoke rising from under the washcloth. When Bobby took away the cloth, the skin was back to normal, except the three shallow scratches that bled no more and he went to get her a new bandage, which Gwen preferred to the bloody, stained ones that she had had on before. She turned to Dean and Sam, who looked at her nervously, as though they thought she might faint on them again.

"Sorry about the car seat." She said, and the two brothers smiled down at her sadly, Dean having the sudden urge to hug his daughter.

Ok, so let me say before anything that I am so, so sorry if the world war three thing is already an episode that I already haven't seen because I am only on s2 e12, so if it is, I would feel like a fraud. ::SAD FACE:: Leave a review and please don't hate me if it is already an ep because I am really already nervous about the possibility. And if it is, this will be my own twist on it, I suppose.