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Chapter 20: - Nothing.

Dean groaned as he came round. "Ouch," he winced, as he raised his hand to his throbbing head.

"Sorry, but it had to be done!" Alex smiled weakly, feeling light-headed as she looked up at him picking up bits of broken lamp.

"Dude, did you really have to knock me out!"

Alex rolled her eyes, regretting it instantly as a sickening sensation flowed over her. "I didn't fancy the chance of being shot twice in one day."

Dean tried to find them with his ears. "Twice?" he asked.

"My bad," Sam flushed.

Dean raised an eyebrow.

"It God damn hurt," Alex replied, instinctively feeling her ribs tentatively. "What the hell was that stuff anyway?"

"Rock salt," Sam mumbled, hoping Dean wouldn't hear.

"Dude you shot her with rock salt!" Dean began incredulously. "Didn't you learn anything the last time you did that?"

Sam flushed as Alex looked at him questioningly.

"He shot me with rock salt in an Asylum a few months back," said Dean triumphantly, knowing Sam was embarrassed. "Hurts like hell doesn't it? Maybe when all this is over, we could take pot shots at him. See how he likes it." He grinned darkly at the thought. "Come here," he said, turning his attention back to Alex. "I'll take a look at those wounds-" He stopped before he finished, frustrated embarrassment creeping up his face as he realised he couldn't just simply take a look.

Alex, shifting uncomfortably, tried to lighten the mood. "I bet that's what you say to all the girls," she laughed, trying to keep her voice even.

Dean smiled despite himself.

Feeling the tension lift, she headed towards the bathroom, looking for a first aid box. Pulling off her T-shirt so she could bathe the knife wound, she looked in the mirror seeing her chest was bright red and was bruising.

"Nice work Sam," she said, as he walked into the room, seeing if she needed any help with the stab wound.

"Any cuts," he muttered, modestly averting his eyes from her chest.

"No, just bruising I think," she said, gently feeling the tender skin which was hot to the touch. "You're lucky."

"Sorry," he breathed, as he took over cleaning the bleeding wound on her side, making her inhale sharply.

"It's done. No need to apologise." She met his eyes with a warm smile. "Just don't do it again."

He smiled gratefully. "I promise," he said, continuing to bathe the deep gash before dabbing it dry and blowing on it.

Alex shivered as his cool breath danced upon her skin.

"We need to come up with a plan," he said, as he bandaged the wound. "Before this son of a bitch comes back and does any more damage."

Alex grimaced as Sam smoothed down the bandage, pressing on the tender skin.

"How do we kill it?" Dean said, appearing at the bathroom door.

"Well it seemed to get really pissed off when I realised that you guys were here. That I wasn't alone and that it was all a nightmare. I guess I faced up to the son of a bitch. I must have faced a fear it was using against me cos it didn't like it," Alex said, a wicked glint in her eye. "Serves the bastard right!"

Dean shifted uncomfortably, not liking the way the conversation was going. "Please don't get all chick flick on me," he groaned.

Alex shook her head smirking, though wishing she hadn't as her vision swam. "Hey, I'm not the one that tried to blow his brains out."

Dean cringed at the thought. He was going to have a lot of things to be embarrassed about by the end of this hunt and he had the feeling Sam and Alex weren't going to let him forget it.

Sam grinned as he watched Dean squirm. "Dean, whatever it makes you think, all you have to do is remember we're still here," said Sam. "The same goes for me and Alex. Whatever it makes you think, ignore it. Remember you can't see us. If you suddenly see us dead or hurt it's probably the demon's lies okay."

Dean nodded uncomfortably. "This son of a bitch has got to die."

"Agreed," Sam and Alex smiled.

"But before that," Sam continued, "I think we need to get you two to a hospital. You're gonna need stitches Alex," he said watching as blood seeped through the bandage and Alex's head continued to bleed. "You don't look so good."

"Thanks Sam," Alex muttered sarcastically. "You certainly know how to make a girl feel special."

"You've lost a lot of blood; I'm surprised you haven't passed out. You're as white as a ghost," Sam said, ignoring her sarcastic outburst.

Alex smiled, not having the energy to argue with him, instead feeling the urge to sleep.

You too Dean," Sam continued, taking his brother's hands in his, examining his slashed wrists. "You need to get checked out by a doctor. I don't want you bleeding to death on my ass. Dad wouldn't be too impressed."

"That's a stupid idea," Dean started, as if pointing out the obvious. "If the demon followed us into a hospital god knows how many people it could kill."

"Well what do you prefer Dean? Staying here and bleeding to death? I'm not going to just sit here and watch you and Alex die."

"Hey, don't use me as a weapon against Dean, Sam. I'm fine," Alex said as she sat on the bath, her body shaking weakly.

"Yeah you look it," Sam muttered sarcastically.

Alex pulled a face.

"Okay," Dean conceded grudgingly, sensing Alex was hurt more than she was letting on. "At least it gives us time to figure out a plan."