It's justed passed midnight when Dean went outside for some air, the room being too stifling after his nightmare. The cold night air sounded refreshing. So in nothing but a pair of slacks and an old wife beater he found himself leaning up against the railings outside of his room, beer in hand just trying to stop the nightmare replaying in his mind. He found his attention drifting to the car that came rolling into the motel lot, a car that seamed familliar. It wasn't untill the woman he had met earlier stepped out of the car did Dean realise why it looked familliar. It did not take Dean long to get suspicious as he watched Angela walk under one of the motel lights, he could make out the limp she had and the shirt she was wearing was ripped and messed up. He couldn't make out much more from the distance but it put him on edge as he backed into his room, hoping to go unnoticed.

''Sam, Oy Sam, wake up.''

Throwing a shirt at Sam to wake him he rushed to dress and grab his guns.

''Dude, what the hell man?''

''Get up, That Angela chick just came back from god knows where lookin' beat up an' hurt, somethin's goin' on.''

Dean rushed back to the motel door to watch Angela and to see what room she went into. He knew she was too good to be true.

With Sam behind him he quickly and quietly made his way towards the motel room he saw her disappear into.

Angela had had enough, she was hurt, bloody, and limping. All she wanted now was a shower then bed, sleep sounded perfect at that moment in time. After locking her car she quickly made her way to her room. Hoping noone came out and questioned her current state. She had been out on a hunt that had ended up turning sour. Her hair was matted with blood, cuts littered her arms and leg, a huge gash was still bleeding through her tank top and she knew she was going to have to stitch herself up.

She had just wanted an easy job but no, it turned into a major fight and a damn blood fest.

As she entered her room, she locked her door and added a thick line of rock salt along the bottom, she had salted the windows earlier in the evening. She dropped her jacket to the floor and slowly made her way over to the bathroom, only stopping by her bag at the base of the bed to grab her first aid kit. She quickly grabbed a few towels from off the rack in the bathroom and proceeded to the small table in the kitchenette like area and settled into one of the wooden chairs, peeling off her blood soaked shirt. Holding in her scream of pain as it tugged on the surrounded skin because of the drying blood she finally got it off, next up was cleaning the wounds. Taking one of the towels she had grabbed she opened a bottle of disinfectant on smothered the towel. As she began to wipe of the blood from around the cut, she couldn't hold in her scream as she caught the open wound.

Dean was crouching outside the door of Angela's room, listening to the muffled movemants made. He was going to wait and listen but the loud scream that escaped from her room made him panic. He suddenly found himself shoulder barging the door and falling into the room, Sam behind him just as worried by the scream.

They couldn't believe the sight infront of them. There Anglea was, slumped over the back of a wooden chair, unconcious and completly shirtless. It took Dean a moment to get over the fact that she was shirtless and take note of all the blood and cuts covering her arms and torso, The large gash along her ribs drew his attention quickly, but Sammy was quicker.

Sam instantly ran to the womans side and taking note of all her injures as he pressed two fingers to her neck, finding her pulse.

''She's alive, just out cold.''

He quickly notices the towel that looks to have fallen from her hand.

''Looks like she passed out trying to tend to the cuts. Dean pass me another towel, If we dont stop the bleeding and stitch her up, shes going to either bleed out or get an infection.''

Dean passes sammy what he needed and he desided to take time to look around the room. Questions sparking of in his mind, Just who was this woman?, and why was every warning bell Dean had ringing?

''Dean, look at this.''

Dean walked over to see what Sam was trying to show him when his eyes instantly want to the black tattoo that sam had revealed on the womans chest as he cleaned up the blood. Above her left brest sat a very colourful and vary recognizable tattoo. A sun with a star in its center. It was the exact same as his and Sams, But this one had an artistic flare to it he had not seen before. Solid black lines but inside it was made up of mossaic coloured shapes, the Sun was made up of Yellow at the edges blending slowly towards the center in orange then to red and finally the star was created out of a dark blood red colour.

''That's an anti-possesstion Tattoo Dean, She's a hunter.''

''Don't jump the gun Sammy.''

''Well why else would she have it? Come on Dean, it ain't exactly a common symbol and she obviously put time into its design. I have never seen one so detailed before.''

Sam couldn't help but admire the work of the tattoo as he cleaned the rest of her cuts. He couldnt help but feel sorry for the woman in front of him. Just what the hell happened to you? Pretty soon he came round to stitching the large gash on her ribs, that was when she started to stir. The pain finally registering in her brain dragging her out of her unconsious state. Sam backed away from her but remained crouched at her eye level as Dean came to stand beside him. Sam watched as her eyes opened slowly and after a couple of blinks, dark glassy green eyes gazed into light green eyes. He watched as they took a few seconds to widen in panic, and he quickly raised his hands to eye level and spoke in a soft calm voice

''Don't panic, we heard you scream, and we came to help. I need to stitch that gash up before you bleed out or get an infection, please just don't panic. We are only here to help.''

Angela takes note of what he says as she glances at the man behind him and her eyes widen even further but in recognistion rather than panic. It was the man she was flirting with earlier that afternoon.

''Dean?'' She questions. Her voice quiet and full of confusion and panic.

''Hey sweetheart, dont worry. Sammy's my little brother we won't hurt you, we just want to help.''

Her panic and worry seemed to ease up after Dean had spoken and she nodded towards Sam. Giving him her permission to stitch her up.

''Thanks for y'all help'' came her quiet voice, and a streak of worry ran through Sam at how weak she sounded. Blood loss obviously taking its toll on her.

Angela wanted to try and deal with what was happening but her vision sarted to become hazy and black spots started making it hard to see.

''erm, hey, I don't ...'' But before she could finnish her world started darking, the last thing she could see was Dean loking at her with worried eyes. The last thought running through her head was Please don't look so worried. Then everything went dark.

Sam couldn't help but panic abit when she fell unconcious again.

''Dean carry her over to the bed, I need her to be lay down so I can stitch her properly.''

Dean walked over to Angela and picked up her form bridal style, He couldnt help but take notice of how light she felt and he couldn't stop the worry that pulsed through him as she flopped lifeless in his arms. What the hell happened to you?