Chapter 2
Jack's POV
As soon as we get back to the motel, I carry the unconscious girl into the room, placing her carefully on one of the beds. Dean runs out to get us food while Cas tries his best to sooth her pain and Sam stitches and bandages up the large gash across her stomach.
As they help her, I examine her from across the room. I notice she has scars everywhere, especially one long slash across her right cheek ending just near the bottom of her eye. She's definitely taken been through a lot, but this seemed like this was probably her worst fight ever. I wish I could heal her. It sucks not having my powers. It sucks being normal, I can't help like I used to. But that doesn't matter right now. All that matters is her waking up and being okay.
The motel door swung open, "I have our burgers, even got one for the girl if she wakes up within the next hour, or else I'll have to eat it myself," Dean jokes.
"Well, that's all we can do for now. Let's eat and maybe she'll wake up soon," Sam says, giving me a small smile.
We sit around the small table, Dean and I on the couch, Sam and Cas on the floor, eating our burgers and joking around trying to clear some of the tension of the air, when hear the blankets on the bed being shuffled around.