The smoke billowed from the muzzle of the Browning as her white knuckled grip slowly loosened and she lowered her arm. The rain fell hard just beyond the awning she stood under, mixing the blood with dirt and seeping it into the earth. A smile slowly graced her lips as she realized that the task was done. Her target was hit and the payday was worth it all. Slipping the 9mm back into the holster that hung just under her arm, she looked around. The weather wasn't what she'd planned on being in, but she wouldn't complain. The thunder had disguised the sound of the shot, and the rain would wash away the blood he was losing from the single bullet to his head.

"Terrible way to die" she muttered to herself as she zipped up her jacket and stepped off the cement onto the sodden dirt covered ground. "You should have taken the deal" she said as she looked down at the man and shook her head. With a sigh she went through all the pockets she could find, stashing the wallet, cell phone and, what do you know… a small derringer he never had the chance to pull. She didn't know who he was, and didn't bother the find out. The less she knew about her targets, the better she slept at night. Her employers liked that she kept herself detached, made things simple. They gave her a picture, last known location and half payment up front. It's the way she always did things… no one knew who she was and she didn't know anyone. She was a ghost… which made it real easy to disappear without a trace left behind.

Wanting to make quick work of the cleanup, she hoofed it back to her car and fished the plastic sheeting out from the back seat. Laying the clear plastic on the ground she hefted the dead weight onto it, folded the edges up and around the body, then heaved its weight onto her shoulder carting his dead sorry ass back to her trunk. One reason why she'd loved her car was the excessive trunk space. Granted she'd had to install the proper shocks to compensate for the weight ratio, but it had been worth the extra money. Dropping the body on top of the duffel bag full of tools, she closed the trunk and went back to examine the site. The rain was making her job easier than normal, most of the blood was washed away and her hunt for the shell of the bullet was made simple with the rain washing the dirt from the casing. With the small golden cylinder in her hand she watched as the heavens cleaned away the remnants of her existence in this place. With a smile she slipped behind the wheel of her car, gunned the engine and shot off into the wet night like the bullet that stole the life of her target. Her job was only half done… she still had to dispose of the body. And that's where the real fun began.

Aeslyn woke with such a start that she nearly fell off the bed, gasping for air. Blinking a few times and looking around, she couldn't quite place where she was, and had no memory of how she got there either. Taking a few deep breaths she blinked through some of the haze and saw that she was in some sort of motel room… without her shoes on. Where were her boots? She needed her boots in order to leave, and she wasn't wearing them. Okay… where would she have put them? Wait, she couldn't even remember getting to wherever here was, so why would she be able to know where her boots were. Sighing she pushed herself towards the edge of the bed and instantly regretted that choice. The pain that rushed through her left arm caused a momentary squeak of pain to escape her lips. She lifted up her arm and cradled it to her chest breathing deeply to try to stem the pain down a bit. When she could tolerate moving her arm, she extended it just enough to see the gauze wrapped around it. Furrowing her brow she ran the fingers of her right hand over the bandaging before lifting up one edge of it. She could see the edge of the wound that was neatly stitched together and suddenly she felt dizzy and nauseous. Letting out a long breath in the hopes that it would take the edge off her need to vomit, she dropped her arm and stifled a scream of pain as the throbbing started up in her left arm. The pain became overwhelming and she bolted for the door. Sadly her stomach didn't last long enough for her get through the door and she ended up landing on her knees at the closest trash can and giving in to the turmoil in her stomach.

When her internal organs finally relented their attack on her, she used the edge of her shirt to wipe at her mouth and face. Her whole body was shaking and she couldn't get herself to coordinate enough to stand up. She managed to tie off the trash bag, wincing the whole time as attempted to use her left arm and found that her fingers barely worked without searing pain. Once the bag was tied off she shoved the plastic can away from her and tried to crawl back to the bed. It took far more effort and work than she should have needed, but she finally steadied herself just enough to climb up onto the bed. Her body crumpled down and just as she saw the large male passed out on the bed next to hers, the room got blurry and she passed out.

Dean woke up slowly, almost lazily. His memory of the night before took a few moments to come back to him and he sat up quick enough that he had to close his eyes and groan a bit. Shaking his head he looked around and for a moment thought that perhaps the previous night had just been a drunken dream, until he heard the water running in the bathroom. Furrowing his brow and then lifting an eyebrow as he saw Sam still mostly sleeping on the couch. When you're six foot four, not many couches have enough room to actually sleep on. Groaning Dean got off the bed and lumbered toward the bathroom door. That's when he noticed the trash can pushed under a table with the bag tied off. He leaned down to inspect it and instantly regretted it as the smell hit him. He looked around the room again and noticed that the second bed was still made. The water was turned off again and he could hear someone splashing water. He knocked on the door.

"Hey in there…" He couldn't for the life of him remember her name. He heard the water splash quite a bit and her voice softly cursing. For a moment he thought about kicking in the door and seeing if she was okay, but then he heard the water draining from the tub and sloshing as the girl stood up. "Are- are you okay in there?" He asked just as the door was pulled open. Dean actually startled backwards as the tall girl stood in the doorway, towel wrapped around her body. "uh… hey" he said and frowned a bit as he noticed how pale she appeared to be. That's when he saw the red seeping into the towel from where her left arm was pressed against the towel.

Aeslyn hadn't planned on waking up feeling still weak and with her shirt covered in blood, and vomit. The room was full of sounds of snoring and she groaned as she sat up, attempting to use her left arm to support herself. Her arm instantly collapsed under her and she cried out softly as the pain rang through the whole upper left side of her body. She hissed and picked up her arm. The bandage that covered it was now soaking in blood. "great. Torn stitches" she muttered and pulled her shirt off to wrap it around her arm, attempting to keep the bleeding down. She shivered and finally realized just how cold she was. With a groan she got up and stumbled her way to the bathroom. She ran into the doorframe, the counter, and finally collapsed on the floor beside the tub. She turned the water on and plugged the drain before leaning forward and wretching into the toilet. The bath was warm, but her arm wouldn't stop bleeding. She'd already refilled the water twice and she was more than a little concerned about the blood loss at this point. She was just finishing refilling the tub and washing the little streams and dots of red water off her when she heard a knock on the door. One of them was awake and her time was up. She attempted to stand up and made quite a splash of things, finally finding her feet she wrapped the towel around her, held it to her with her left arm and opened the door. The figure that stood before her was striking, and blissfully strong. She could feel the wetness of the towel as it absorbed the blood leaking from the wound on her arm where the stitches had torn. She saw his mouth move, but the words never reached her ears. She could feel the edges of unconsciousness creeping into her mind and she reached out her hand toward the now blurring figure.

"stitches…" she managed to mumble out before she fell limply forward.

Dean gave a bit of a shout as the girl whispered something, reached for him, and collapsed. He managed to catch her when she was about halfway down and gently followed through and laid her out on the floor. The towel had separated and fallen open around her body and dean almost gasped as the bruises and scars were exposed. He felt the warm wetness on his hand from where he had gripped her arm and cursed.

"Shit…. shit shit…" Dean flipped her arm over and winced as he saw the stitches he'd done that had torn away from skin, the edges of the wound were angry and raw, and he fought the urge to vomit as he saw the wound again, only there were minimal signs of healing and more signs of damage. It looked like she'd attempted to use the muscles too quickly and they tissue had torn further. Dean shook his head to clear it as he realized she was still bleeding, and this needed stitching up. That wasn't the only thing that concerned him, given the damage to the rest of her body, that he could see. "Sammy!" he shouted and hoped that it was enough to wake his brother up. It wasn't. "SAMMY! Wake up!" Dean shouted and finally heard him fall off the couch. He couldn't help but stifle a chuckle as his brother grunted and nearly jumped to his feet.

"Dean… Dean?!" Sam shouted out shaking the sleep from his head and running his hands through his hair, the strands falling into perfect place. He took a few steps towards the beds and stopped as he looked around. "… Dean….?"

"Over here Sammy" Dean hollered out again and heard the heavy footfalls of his brother approaching. "help me out here will ya?" he said and looked over his shoulder at Sam who was just staring down at them. "Sam!"

"What… What the hell happened here? Why is she naked?!" Sam asked and knelt down in an attempt to cover her, but stopped as he finally looked at her skin. "What… how…" Sam muttered and looked at Dean.

"No freaking clue Sammy boy, but I do need help getting her on the bed" he said and lifted her arm slightly to make Sam aware of his situation. "This is bad"

"Holy shit!" Sam said and quickly went to work helping his brother lift her and carry her to the bed. The towel fell from her body as soon as they got her lifted off the ground, and Sam gasped as he saw the full extent of her injuries. She was bruised everywhere and her arm wasn't the only part of her that had been bleeding. She had a long cut along the left side of her ribs that was previously stitched. Having lifted her the way they did appeared to have torn the skin there a bit too. Sam cursed and gently laid her down on the bed, quickly picking up the dropped towel and pressing it against her arm. "Dean, go get another towel and clean up this one here" he said and nodded down at her side.

Dean stepped away from the bed and without question retrieved the towel from the bathroom, bringing it over and wiping away the buildup of blood along her ribs. This wound was in the process of healing, but it was far from fully healed. Dean scoffed and looked at the girl's face again. "who the fuck are you lady?" He muttered.

Aesyln came too pretty quickly when the pain of someone pressing on the still sore wound of her side hit her nervous system. She opened her eyes on a hard intake of air and stifled a scream as bit down on her lip to distract her brain. She couldn't feel her left hand, and her whole body had a numbness too it. She was also freezing cold… and it would appear that she was naked. "What… What happen-" She breathed out.

Dean actually jumped as her eyes popped open. "fucking hell!" he said and let go of the towel he was holding. He was impressed that Sam barely even flinched.

"you tore the stitches open…" Sam spoke softly as she finally landed her gaze upon him. "I'm surprised you're awake"

"Pain… woke me…" her words were whispered out. It was as much energy as she could handle.

"Yeah, I'd imagine so. You'd have been better off staying out…"

"Wish… I… was"

"Sam, we need to knock her out again. And she needs some sort of meds to fight the infection that's wrecking havock on her body right now. She's burning up, and in shock" Dean spoke quietly to his brother and hoping that the message rang through.

"Allergic… penicillin" She managed to get out before she passed out again.

"Dean, get the kit and call Bobby. We need help" Sam said and sighed. This day was going to be very long.