Chapter Twelve
Sam and Dean immediately shot into action. Sam grabbed his shotgun and machete out of his bag and started running down the alleyway to where the scream had just come from. Dean following close behind, he looked over his shoulder to Jaime who seemed to be frozen to the spot.
"Hey princess, now is not the time to get scared. Here take this, remember what you were taught." Dean yelled over to her.
Coming round from her trance she ran over to Dean as he passed her a shot gun.
"Remember if it's a fang, the only way to kill it is to cut the fuckers head off, you understand?" Dean ordered.
"Yes I understand," she shakily replied.
They both ran down the alleyway Sam had just disappeared down. The alleyway was dark and it smelled of mould and decomposing rubbish, it creeped Jaime out.
The rain was still coming down hard as the two of them came around the corner to see Sam punching a guy repeatedly in the head. Sam's machete was on the floor at his feet. The guy kicked Sam in the leg, making him stumble backwards. It was then that Jaime noticed the gleam of fangs protruding from the guys mouth.
Dean fired a shot at the fang, aiming at its stomach which made the creature fall against the ground. Sam managed to get up and grab the machete and with one swift move he sliced off the fangs head.
As the creatures dead body fell to the ground, Jaime stood there in a mixture of fear and amazement. She had never seen anyone killed before, other then in the movies. She wasn't sure how to react, she just stood there wide eyed staring at the lifeless body and the separated head.
Suddenly Jaime felt a hot stinging sensation coming from her side. Letting out a pain filled gasp she looked down to see blood dripping from her abdomen. Placing both hands over the wound to stem the blood flow, she looked up towards Sam and Dean. Their faces were white and filled with shock.
Dean ran towards her, yelling her name.
Jaime began to feel faint, her vision blurring. As she collapsed to the ground she faintly whispered Dean's name. The rain was beating down hard against her weakened body. She began to drift in and out of consciousness as the last thing she saw was Dean at her side.
Dean ran to her side, kneeling down he pulled her into his arms.
"Jaime! Jaime! No!" He yelled, getting up quickly he ran after the thing that he had just seen plunge a knife into Jaime.
Catching up to the creature he thrust the blade of his machete into it's back, making it cry out in pain.
"Where do you think your going bastard?" He angrily yelled turning the creature round so he could look at it.
The creature snarled at him, exposing his retractable teeth.
"What's the matter Dean Winchester? Did I kill you're pretty little girlfriend?" He spat at Dean.
Dean was a little taken aback by the fact the fang knew who he was, however not wanting to stop and ask questions or leave Jaime for a minute longer, he grabbed his machete with both hands as he swung it and quickly took off the fangs head.
It slid off its body and fell to the wet ground, its blood mixing with the rainwater of the puddles and the pouring rain.
Breathing deeply Dean stood there gazing at the thing he had just killed. All of a sudden Jaime flashed into his mind again. He had to get back to her now!
As he ran back down the alleyway he thought to himself how could he be so stupid? He was meant to protect her, keep her safe. Now the thought of losing her stung in his heart like a thousand knives.
As he ran round the corner he saw Sam kneeling on the ground, with Jaime's lifeless looking body in his arms. One of his hands was applying pressure to her abdomen, trying to stop the flow of blood.
Dean fell to his knees next to them, looking at his brother, then at Jaime's still body.
Her chest was rising and falling slowly, she was still breathing, she was still alive. Thank God.
"Dean we need to get her back to the motel room. She can't stay out in this rain for much longer otherwise she will catch hypothermia." Sam said looking at his brother.
"OK, I'll carry her back, grab our stuff." Dean ordered. He scooped her up into his arms gently, supporting her head and back as he ran back to the motel as quick as possible.
Arriving back at the motel, he carefully carried Jaime into her room, placing her carefully down on the bed. Sam followed in quickly behind him.
"How is she?" Sam asked looking over to the bed where Jaime was.
"I'm not one hundred percent sure. I need to patch that wound up and get her out of those soaking clothes." Dean answered, as he took the first aid kit out of his bag, that Sam had just dropped on the floor.
"Dean, I know you care a lot about her. I've seen the way you look at her and I've seen the way she looks at you, but I can do that. You need to calm down because you are shaking." Sam said gently.
"No. I'm fine I can do this. Besides I know Jaime would rather I did it. If you want to help, please go do some research, and find out why we were lured down that alleyway in the first place. Find out how they knew my name and why only Jaime got hurt, OK?" Dean ordered sternly.
"Yeah sure, my laptop is next door, so I will be there if you need me." Sam replied.
"Right, I'll patch her up, get her changed into some clean dry clothes and then you can come back in. I'm pretty sure she doesn't want both of us seeing her naked." Dean said.
Sam nodded in agreement as he headed out the door, closing it behind him. Dean walked back over to where Jaime was lying.
Kneeling down next to the bed, he carefully peeled back Jaime's blood stained top to look at where she had been stabbed.
Looking at the wound on her side, he was stunned. He knew for a fact she had been stabbed, he saw it happen. However the only evidence there was of the attack was a small scratch with dried blood covering it.
What the fuck? Dean thought.
He grabbed his phone, quickly calling Sam.
"Hey you better get back here, you've got to see this," he hung up as he quickly headed over to the door, opening it just as Sam was about to knock.
"What is it? Is Jaime OK?" Sam asked with a worried expression.
"Yes she's fine, actually in fact she's better then fine. She's healed." Dean replied still in shock.
"Healed? What do you mean healed? She was stabbed less then thirty minutes ago, my hands still have her blood on from where I tried to stop her bleeding to death. How could she possibly be healed?" Sam asked, walking towards Jaime's bed.
" I have no idea, I pulled up her top to treat the wound. But there's nothing to treat, all she has is a scratch." Dean replied approaching Sam.
"Well if she's part fang, maybe that means she has a healing ability, you know because fangs are generally immortal. How else would you explain it?" Sam said looking at the spot where he had been applying pressure to, to stop Jaime from bleeding to death no more then half an hour ago.
"But if she had healed, why hasn't she woken up?" Dean mentioned, kneeling down beside her again.
"I don't know. Maybe her body still needs to fully recover, to rest. If that wounds healed this quickly, my theory is she should be awake soon, by morning at the latest." Sam answered.
"Anyway you need to get yourself and Jaime out of those wet clothes, before you both catch your death from the cold," he continued.
"Yeah, yeah I know. I'm going to stay here tonight. I don't want to leave her, I just want to make sure she's going to be alright." Dean said looking at his brother. He was still wearing his damp clothes.
"You better follow your own advice and get changed Sammy. Don't worry I'll call you if there are any problems, go do some research or something and then get some sleep OK?" Dean finished.
"You do the same. No point in you staying awake all night. She will be fine." Sam replied heading out the room to go next door.
Dean went into the bathroom and washed Jaime's blood off his hands, the image of her attack playing havoc with his thoughts. Heading back into the bedroom area, he grabbed a pair of clean, dry jeans out of his bag. Peeling off his jacket and soaking wet clothes , he shivered slightly from the cold. He pulled on his fresh jeans and looked over to Jaime.
She was breathing softly, she looked calm and peaceful. However she was still wearing her rain drenched clothes. He walked back into the bathroom to get some towels so he could dry her off.
After grabbing the towels he headed back towards Jaime.
Dean positioned himself on the edge of the bed and was about to remove her top, when she shifted her body slightly.
"Jaime. Jaime can you hear me?" He asked softly as he placed his hand on her arm.
Jaime's eyes fluttered open slightly in response to his voice, as she whispered "Dean?"