Chapter 3
"Be strong in the moments where you want to be weak." -Jensen Ackles
Sam's POV
Tempest or, as I might call her, Stormy, checked out of the motel, and moved her meager possessions into our room. Dean made sure that if she wanted to have one, one of the beds would be open to her. She took the couch. Dean, as always, put his stuff on the bed closest to the door. He liked being closer to the door for the same reason why he was always the first one out the door, if someone was going to be hurt, he would insist that it be him. Thi guy has spent his entire life protecting one thing, and that was me. He never let himself be protected. If something would save the people that he loved, then he would gladly sacrifice himself.
She spread some salt on the window ledges, only leaving the doorway not blocked. In her possession were some leather bound books, some of them I recognized as "hunter staples", books that dad had and books that Bobby had.
"So what are we hunting?" She asked, as she settled in on the couch.
"We don't know, yet. But the case is pretty familiar to us," Dean told her, as he sat next to her, cautiously. She still had her iron and silver blades, and while they couldn't kill us immediately, they could do some damage. One of the things that she had unpacked was a small wooden jewelry box. On the top of the box there was a pentagram, and underneath it were her initials, like Dean and I marked our stuff, drawn with a careful hand wielding a knife. She also had a small makeup bag that had stars on it.
"What is the haunting?" she asked.
"Have you heard of Lydia's Bridge?" Dean asked her.
"Yeah, a girl was coming home from a dance in the early 1920's, and her date, who was her husband, lost control of the car, and died instantly, but Lydia, who was injured badly, tries to flag down help, and dies. It is said that she still haunts the bridge, and if a person gives her a ride, they are never seen again," She told us.
"That sounds like a Woman in White," I told them. Dean nodded.
"Isn't that the spirit of a woman, who finds out her husband has been unfaithful, and ends up killing herself?" Tempest asked Dean, who nodded at her.
"Good thing then, I where she is buried," She smirked which was a little too much like Dean's if I am going to be honest.
"Where?" Dean asked, a small smirk settling on his face.
"Holts Chapel Cemetery, right here in Greensboro," she told us. "It is located behind Bessemer Methodist Church." Dean, in what seemed to me like an impulse, grabbed her face, and kissed her forehead.
"We leave to dig up the grave in the morning, I am going to get food," Dean exclaimed. "What do you guys want?"
"Can we get pizza?" Tempest asked. Her face looked hopeful.
"Sure kiddo, what toppings do you guys want?" Dean asked.
"I want plain cheese," She requested.
"I would like veggie," I requested. Dean nodded, and left. She and I sat in silence for a minute.
"Do you want to play a card game?" She asked.
"Sure," I replied. Out of seemingly nowhere, this girl pulls out a deck of cards, and starts to souffle them.
"What game do you want to play?" She asked.
"Let's play War," I decided. She nodded and dealt me twenty-six cards, and herself twenty-six. She shuffled her stack one final time.
"Ace beats everything," She spoke in an authoritative voice. I nodded. We started playing, and clearly, we were both very competitive. This girl had a poker face that could beat Dean's, even though War is a completely chance based game.
"So do you want to continue your formal education, alongside hunting with Dean and I?" I asked her, as I put a jack of hearts down. She put a queen of clubs down, so she got both.
"I mean I wouldn't mind, but how?" She asked, we put down our next cards, a ten of diamonds for me, and a two of spades for her.
"Well, I was always a pretty good student, and I wouldn't mind teaching you," I told her. "I will be teaching you hunting anyway. Dean will probably insist on teaching you physical parts of hunting. For example, shooting a shotgun, pistols, and rock salt sawed off. Also knife fighting, machetti, and hand to hand combat."
Do you think he will teach me how to drive?" She asked, as she gained another card.
"Yes, I do. We will probably need you to act as a get-away driver, or if both of us are injured, we will most likely have to have you drive. What did you want to do before you were pulled out of school?" I asked.
"I wanted to be a nurse. I know how to do stitches, clean wounds, put an I.V in, and I know how to set bones and pop them back into place," She told me.
"That is impressive. What about taking a bullet out?" I asked. All the things that she listed were pretty common injuries with Dean and I.
"I can dig a bullet out, but if you guys needed me to, I would require one to restrain the one I would be digging in. I am not that strong," She answered.
"What would you use to clean out a wound?" I asked, quizzing her.
"If I was sure that there was an infection, I would use some rubbing alcohol, Vodkka, or some saline," She replied instantly. I nodded.
"What about popping a bone back into place?" I asked.
"I would say that I could count to something, go on one, but I would have the other one hold the first one, I would also have the one who's shoulder is dislocated, drink a couple sips of Alcohol." She told me. I nodded.
"Last question, if one of us was bleeding out, what would you do?" I asked.
"I would put pressure on the wound, and once the bleeding has stopped, I would dress the wound, including whatever I had used to put pressure on the wound. After a couple of hours, I would redress the wound with gauze and some bandages. If it needed it, then I would stitch the wound together," She replied, and grinned as I gaped at her.
"Where did you learn how to do all this?" I asked.
"I took a paramedic course freshman year," She replied. That was when we heard the key in the lock. Dean walked in, and he had three large pizzas in his arms.