Chapter 3

It has been 10 days since Ana rescued them. John was up and around already and helping Ana look after his boys. Although Sam's leg was in a homemade cast it was healing nicely. Dean was also better. Luckily he did not break his spine as Ana had feared but he did dislocate it a little. She kept his mid section wrapped tight to help it heal properly. Everyday she would come in to check on him. He would ask question after question until he had finally satisfied his curiosity. Being the only one not able to get out of bed was becoming frustrating. By now he was fed up and being as stubborn as Dean can be he decided to get up.

"Okay here we go" he said to him self. " It doesn't hurt. Mmmmmuch!"

He placed both feet on the floor and began to rise just as the door began to open. Ana and John came in to see Dean almost standing. Ana's eyes grew wide with fear. She rushed to him putting herself under his arm for support as he sat down.

"Are you OK?" she asked in a low scared voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need to get out of this bed. I'm going crazy in here. I wanna get out! I wanna walk around! I wanna beer!"

Ana's face in a split second went from sweet/concern to furious/scary. Dean swallowed hard and braised him self for what was coming.

"Are you crazy! What if you fell! Your brother can't walk around like he wants to either and he's not complaining, you pain in the ass. Carajo este se cre que esta echo de piedra. Mardita sea……."

At that point since she began to speak in Spanish they lost her. She when on and on changing from English to Spanish to what they believe was Latin to god knows what other language. She realized that both men were staring at her. They looked at her as if she was psycho. This completely disarmed her. Now embarrassed, she did the only thing a woman in that position could do. She set the spotlight on some one else.

"You scared your father half to death." She said more to convince herself than the guys.

She looked over at John for some support and found only a little smirk on his face. He knows how much extra attention his son has been getting from their beautiful host. He had no doubt that she felt a bit more than she let on. This pleased him. Dean on the other hand, always oblivious to anyone's feeling, just stared at her like a little boy in trouble.

"Sorry… I swear I'm better. I just feel useless laying here."

He said this in the smallest voice he could. The last thing he wanted was to further upset the lady of the house after all she's done for them. Plus she is too HOT.

Ana's fears passed and she apologized for screaming. Her cheeks were turning crimson and so John bailed her out by offering his son a hand.

"Come on Dean…Lets take a walk. We have a lot to talk about."