AN: Sorry for the delay but it wouldn't let me put my chapter up. I guess something was wrong with it earlier. Anyway, here is a new chapter, I hope you like this one. Enjoy.

Chapter 10: Open Scars - part 1

Chloe slowly opened her eyes to the morning sun shining through her window. The gentle warmth touched her bare shoulders as she turns on her back. She looked up at the ceiling with a smile as she lied still in the comfort of her twin size bed. Closing her eyes, she stretched out on the wrinkled covers spreading halfway on her body and halfway on the floor. Frowning a little she opens her eyes again. That's funny, I remember taking a little nap on the couch, she thought to herself once she sat up. Rolling off her bed she walked to the door and walks into the living room. A noise in the kitchen startled her before she went to look over the couch.

"Sorry," said Sam putting the coffee pot on the holder.

"Its okay, what time you guys get back from "the hunt"?"

"Ah, around two, three clock maybe," he stopped to take a sip from his cup. "I'm sorry do you want some?"

"Sure. So who was the one to put me in bed last night," she asked while Sam handed her coffee. He smiled up at her taking another sip of his cup. "That would be Dean."

Chloe look at him astonished at the news and nod. She took another sip from her coffee while she walked to the couch. She noticed that Sam's laptop was up and the brown leather journal opened beside it. She also saw a motel's note pad with scribbles written on it and pictures. She grabbed the note pad and look at it. Eyes were drawn on it with a pen, along with the word red written next to it. She looked back at Sam, who was looking at the old newspaper from yesterday, oblivious to the world around him. Chloe also notice that he was fully dressed. She turned back to the note pad. Reading some more words on the paper, she looked at the laptop. It was on Smallville Medical Center's database. She moved in a little closer to get a better look at what was on the screen, but Sam words stops her.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, I was just seeing what you was looking at." Sam move out of the kitchen and to the couch. He sat down next to her and looked down at the work he was doing since he got up. "Why are you looking in the Smallville Medical Center's database?"

Rubbing his tired eyes, Sam answered. "Last night we saved a woman from the wendigo. She ran away from us after we killed it and I just wanted to know did she make it to the hospital or not."

"Did she," Chloe nod to the laptop.

"According to this, she never made it to the hospital, or any one coming in the hospital fitting her description."

"I hope she is alright."

"I hope so too. And Dean and I searched the woods the best we could and we couldn't find her. We might have to go look for her in case she's unconscious somewhere out there." Chloe only nod.

"So what's with the scribbling over here," she said picking up the note pad. Sam quickly snatched the pad from her grip and put it in his pocket.

"It's nothing, just a bunch of scribbles on a piece of paper, nothing important."

Chloe looked at him to try to read him but he just turned around away from her. Taking the note pad out of his pocket and putting it in his laptop case. He turned back to face her and put a smile on his face. Chloe slowly put a smile on her face and sipped her coffee. Both turned their head to the other room when they heard Dean's voice.

"Damn it," he screamed. Sam and Chloe got up off the couch and headed for the room but Dean opened the door before they got there. He has an angry expression on his face along with small drops of sweat rolling down his face. He pushed past them and into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Sam walked in the bedroom and took in some of the air. He walked out and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Dean what happened?"

Chloe went to the room and stopped shortly at the door frame. On the bed was a red blood stain. She turned to look at Sam but his back was turned.

"Dean what…"

"I'm cool Sammy just give me a sec."

Sam leaned in on the door a little more to hear what he was doing in the bathroom. He could hear movements and Dean mumbling something incoherent. Sam back way from the door and went into the room. He took the sheets off of the bed and balled it up.

"Sorry about this Chloe, it must have happened last night."

"It's okay, don't worry about it. I was planning on replacing those sheets anyway," she smiled, trying to put a smile on the worried face before her. And it worked. Shortly the shower cut on, signing that Dean would be in there for a while.

"We don't have enough gauzes so I'm going to the store to buy some more," he said grabbing his coat.

"Wait Sam I could do that. You could stay with him in case he needs you."

"Chloe it's alright, I'm already dress anyway and I know what kind of stuff we'll need for his wounds. Just stay here and if he come out before I'm back, just tell him I went for aid supplies."

He walked out the door after that. Chloe looked toward the bathroom door hoping that Dean would stay in there until Sam got back. She sat down on the couch and picked up her coffee she put down before Dean's disruption. Taking a sip she quickly swallowed it, cold coffee just didn't taste good. Putting her cup back on the table, she looked to the leather journal. She remembered the journal from when she was in Mercer, when she snuck into their room when they left. Grabbing it, she slowly opened it. The same things were contain in the journal. Flipping through it some more, a picture fell out. Flipping it around to get a better look at it, it was a picture of the Winchester's family. The same picture she got in a folder about them. She smiled at the lovely family in the photo. The shower stopped and Chloe quickly stuffs the picture back in the journal. She placed it back on the table and grabbed her cup. About to drink some, she remembered that it was cold and went in the kitchen. Fixing her self another drink, the bathroom door opened.

"Sam I think I must of…Sam…Sammy?"

"He left to go get some supplies for your wound," Chloe said walking out of the kitchen. "He should be…" Chloe stopped mid sentences as she stares at the man standing before her. Only wrapped in a bath towel and dripping wet in the living room. She exhaled at the amazing sight of his tight abs and slick back wet hair. Only to stop at the scratches on his right side, they were starting to bleed again. Dean cut her out of her revere.

"He should be…."

"He should be back any minute now," she said shaky as she turned around back in the kitchen. "You want a cup of coffee?"

"Sure why not. I'll be back to get it after I get dress," he said walking to the room and closing the door.

Chloe lowered her head out of relief and shire embarrassment. I just made a complete fool of myself she thought. Why don't you just put geeky teenage girl on your head and let him know you have a school girl crush on him. "I've seen him shirtless before, nothing new," she said stirring Dean's coffee and hers. Yeah but you haven't seen it dripping wet and half naked. Chloe smiled back at the thought of Dean wrapped in a towel. I should have kept my cold coffee. The door to the room opened and Chloe went back stirring their coffees. He walked in with jeans but still shirtless.

"Here's your coffee," she said walking pass him and into the living room. Get a grip girl and act your age. You're a grown woman. "So what do you think caused it, you're wound to reopen."

"You," he said taking a sip and sitting down next to her.

"Excuse me," she said finally looking up at him.

"Last night I picked you up to take you into your room, I've must of pull them open."

"Oh, sorry about that, I didn't mean to…"

"Chloe its okay, really," he smiled at her. "No real damage just reopened wounds. I can handle them. Beside they don't hurt as much as they did before."

Chloe looked at him shock. "Is the all mighty Dean Winchester admitting his wounds do hurt," her smile growing bigger.

"No, I…must be the blood I lost. It's messing with my head."

"Um uh," Chloe nods.

The room went silent as they drink there coffee. Dean looked at his watch and it's been twenty minutes since Sam left.

"Where is he, he should be back by now," Dean asked getting up and walking over to the windows.

"Give him time, he's probably having trouble finding the right gauze for you."

"Only Sam would take longer to choose between two types of gauze material. I don't care where he is but if he's not back here in five minutes I'm going after him," Dean said moving away from the windows.

He sat back down and frowned at the movement. Chloe look toward his side and some blood was rolling down his side.

"Why don't you sit still before you bleed to death," getting off of the couch, Chloe headed in the bathroom. Dean quickly looked down at his side and curse under his breath. He forgot all about his bleeding scratches that quick. Chloe came back with a small towel in her hands and handed it to Dean. Rolling his eyes, he put it to his side. Looking at him wiping the blood from his side made Chloe think of when they were in her bathroom. Dean leaning against the sink while she helped him clean his wounds. She couldn't believe he allow her to help him. He was probably distracted by what happened in Chicago, she thought. I really want to know.

"What," Dean stopped his cleaning to look at the caught glaze Chloe was giving him.

"Nothing, just… it's nothing."

"This the second, no third time you stared at me, something must be on your mind."

Oh no, he knew I was staring at him. Worst he even counted the time I stared at him in his towel. Just chill, take it easy and say something.

"I wasn't staring, just thinking."

"About…"

"About Chicago and…"

Dean interrupted her with a long and loud sigh. He got up from the couch and walked into the bathroom.

"You weren't even there, why should you be thinking about it?"

"Because Dean when I ask you what happened, you told me that a lot of things happened,' she said following him in the bathroom. "I'm sorry to bring it up but you guys are…"

"Are like family, I get it. But you weren't there so drop it."

"I would but I can't, okay. I care too much for you guys to see that…"

"Care, Chloe. How can you care for us, you hardly even know us? You let us in your home and treat us like family. But guess what Chloe, we're not. You don't want to be with this family. We're cursed and we get love ones and innocent people killed. Believe me, you don't want to be with this family."

"I know I hardly know you but can't I just care enough as a friend. Don't I deserve that much to know about you guys and where and what happens to you. Can you give me that much."

"I don't know because we get friends killed too."

Chloe let out a frustrating sigh. "I don't know why I even try. I can't get through to you Dean; it's like talking to a brick wall."

"Then go talk to Sam then, maybe its best to get through him then me."

"Why do you this Dean? Why do want to push me away, I only want to help."

In the mist of their argument Dean was running the towel under the faucet of warm water. He turned it off the faucet as he walked out of the bathroom, passing her.

"Because I care too much about you to let you get hurt." Chloe just stared at him for the fourth time. She was stunned. "That last email…that was me. I wrote it, not Sam, to push you away. Since Mercer I trusted someone besides my family. Trusted someone who went out on a limb to search for a family whose life is messed up with things you only hear about in stories. I haven't trusted anyone in a long time and since we, well you and Sam, been writing each other, all I every thought about was you. I couldn't let that happen. So I wrote the email. You're happy now, now that I just spilled everything out to you; we entered into a chick moment that I hate. I must have lost a lot of blood."

He walked back into the bathroom and close the door. Chloe was still stun at what she heard from Dean's mouth. Shaking out of her thoughts, she heard the knock and the muffle sound of someone from behind the door. Opening it up, Sam walked in.

"What took you so long, it seems as if I was knocking for three minutes, what happen?"

"Uh, Dean needed me to get him something from his room."

"He's still in the bathroom?"

"Well he came out not that long ago, he just went back in."

"Waiting on you," Dean said exiting the bathroom. "Dude what took you so long?"

"Well I was on my way to the store when I though why not stop by a fast food restaurant and get some breakfast."

"Well call next time dumb ass," he said grabbing the bag gauzes from his hands.

"Ah was you worried about me?"

"Shut up," Dean replied back.

Sam laughed and went into the kitchen with the restaurant breakfast food in his hands.

AN: I really really enjoy writing this one. Dean shirtless...anyway review and let me know what you think about it.