The trauma room was wild, two MVAs and a gun shot wound, half the staff was elbow deep in gore. Kim hurried to the supply closet to grab more fluids and ran chest to chin into a gangly scruffy man stuffing his pockets.

"Oh for God's sake!" Kim said shoving the man aside. "Cant you find something better to steal, this is a hospital for Christ's sake."

The man stood there stunned as she tucked bags and tubing under her arm and hurried out of the room. He thought for just a second before following her.

"Do you have a second?" he yelled as he hurried up behind her, taking her arm and steering her into a vacant exam room.

"What? Seriously? Take off before I call security!" She said looking down at the hand restraining her. It was covered in blood. His coat didnt look much better. "Oh great, just great." she said.

"I need some help. My friends had a little ….mishap. We are federal agents under cover. If you could just help us out your government would be eternally grateful."

Kim looked at the pitiful sight in front of her and shook her head. "Stay here." she said before running the supplies to the melee in progress just around the corner. " Government agent my ass."

She took a deep breath before returning to the room where the man waited. She had done this before. She was never going to do this again, she swore it. She pulled back the long sleeved shirt under her scrubs exposing her line of tattoos before walking in. "Christo."

"Oh my God, you're a hunter!" The man said as he sagged in relief. "I had a feeling when I saw you that you..."

"No, I'm not. I had the misfortune of meeting a couple of brothers recently that introduced me to the whole hunter thing." "How bad is it, is everyone conscious? what do you need." She said resigned.

"Uhh, well my …..coworker Shane needs a few stitches, maybe, 80? and Jack dislocated his arm, and maybe broke his wrist. He may need a few stitches himself. Wait. Brothers? Sam and Dean! You met Sam and Dean! Dean is a special friend of mine, we have worked a few cases together. They couldn't have managed without me."

"I noticed that you seem pretty injury free." She said under her breath. "Ya, Sam and Dean. Never need to see them again." In truth, she thought of them more often than she would like. She hoped wherever they were that they were safe.

"So, can you help us? We are kind of on the run, a little misunderstanding with the police." He said failing miserably at charm.

Kim grabbed a paper towel and scribbled the address to the bar on it. She reluctantly handed it to the man.

"Go in through the back. Up the stairs first door on your left. Bar tender is Gary, if he sees you tell him you are friends of Connie. I'll be off at 11:30, stay there and stay quiet. I'll patch you up, then I want you gone, are we clear?" She said.

"Thanks Connie." He said reaching out his hand to shake hers.

"The name is Kim." She said, peeking out of the room to see if the coast was clear for the man.

"Pleased to meet you Kim, My name is Garth."