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Sam rushed over to help Dean. He realized Meg must have taken Dean's knife because he was only using his hand to try and untie the poor girl. Sam got out his own and in quickly cut her hands free. He caught Becca as she became loose from the chair and lifted her up. He was surprised at how unnaturally light she was, and he lay her carefully down on the ground. He put a hand to her neck to check her pulse. He could barely feel it.
Dean pulled out his phone and dialed 911. "We need an ambulance…"
Sam took off his jacket and carefully folded it under her head. When he had finished his call, Dean copied him, but lay it on top of Becca. "What now?" Sam asked the older hunter. Dean had more experience with these situations than him.
"Go to the trunk. Get some extra blankets and a first-aid kit." he ordered. Sam stood and hurried to the door. "Oh, and get some water as well." Dean added. He looked down at the broken figure in front of him. Her dry lips were cut, and it looked as though she had been beaten up. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her right arm stuck out at an awkward angle. Broken, Dean thought, having experienced it himself a few times. He began to wonder what was taking Sam so long when Becca's eyes fluttered open.
"Becca?" he asked. "Look at me. Please."
Becca's eyes followed the voice and she found herself looking up at the man she had attacked moments before. Only, instead of anger in his eyes, there was concern.
"Good," he said, adjusting the coat that was lying on top of her. "You need to stay awake, ok? Just till the ambulance gets here."
She made a slight movement with her head that Dean took for a nod. Becca made a strange gagging movement and he quickly tilted her head to the side. She threw up, and the vomit was a horrible red color, like blood.
Dean picked her up gently and moved her a few meters away from it. A gasp of pain escaped her lips as she tried to lift her broken arm to wipe her mouth.
"Easy, I'll get it." Dean cleaned her mouth, trying not to touch the bruises around it too much.
"I'm sorry," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. It took Dean by surprise that she could even talk. "I'm sorry for everything." She began to cry, the tears escaping silently.
"Shh, it's ok." Dean comforted, worrying now about Sam. It shouldn't have taken him five minutes to get the stuff he'd asked for. "I'll be back in a minute. Just stay awake." He pulled out his gun and creeped out of the room. Sam suddenly came barging through the front door, followed by Bobby, who had a nasty cut on his head.
"Idjit." Bobby greeted, slapping the back of Dean's head.
"Ow, what was that for?" Dean asked, rubbing the spot that had just been hit.
Bobby ignored him. "Where's the girl?" Dean nodded towards the room, and Bobby walked into it. He was the best 'doctor' they had at the moment.
"What took you so long?" Dean asked.
"Well, I thought I heard something, so I got my gun, and before I realized it was Bobby, I…whacked him…round the head." He looked down, slightly ashamed.
Dean stared in disbelief at his brother. "How can you be such an idiot?"
Sam looked at him uncomfortably for a moment then hastily changed the subject. "How's Becca doing?"
"She's bad. Like, real bad. She's broken her arm, and we might have upset it a bit when we moved her. I don't think she's eaten much since she was possessed." He leaned against the doorframe and watched Bobby tend to Becca. He was glad Meghad only starved her and not thrown her off a cliff like she had threatened.
Dean glanced outside a few minutes later when he heard the sound of sirens not too far away, amazed at how fast the ambulance had gotten here. He went over to Becca and was glad to see that she was still breathing. "The ambulance is here. You're gonna be ok."
Sam had never seen his brother so concerned about someone he had just met. And Dean hadn't even really met Becca: he had been beaten up by her. He went outside to greet the paramedics who were getting a stretcher out from the back of the ambulance. "She's inside," he said, pointing towards the front door. "First room on the left."
They quickly went up the house's old steps and left Sam outside alone. The ground still was wet from the rain, but the sky was now clear. It was a vibrant blue, and a cool breeze was making the spindly trees in the wood knock together. Sam took in a deep breath. What a morning! But he was glad that his brother was safe. He thought back to about two years ago, a few weeks after he had left Stanford with Dean. The older hunter had just shown him their dad's journal, and told him what their purpose was: Saving people, hunting things. Sam felt as though they had accomplished both today. Well, maybe both…
A procession suddenly came out of the house: the paramedics pushing a once again unconscious Becca on a stretcher, Dean carrying one of their bags, and Bobby limping behind at the back with the gear from Dean's trunk. Becca was loaded into the back of the ambulance and they left, sirens blazing.
"She'll be OK." Dean said when they had reached Sam.
"That's good." Sam said, giving a sigh of relief. "But aren't we leaving tonight? I mean, the case is closed, so we skip town, right?"
Dean opened up the back of the Impala and took his stuff from Bobby. "I figured we could hang around a little."
Sam accepted this, knowing Dean must have his reasons. "What did you tell them?"
"What, about how it happened?"
Sam nodded.
"Pretty much exactly what happened. She was jumped and taken to this old place, then the FBI sent us to investigate, and we showed up to find her in her current state. But of course," he said, slamming the trunk shut, "her kidnappers had mysteriously disappeared." He gave Sam a questioning look, wondering how convincing the story actually sounded.
"So, pretty much the truth, apart from most of it." Sam received a hearty slap on the shoulder for his answer.
"You're catching on, little brother." He went over to Bobby, who'd gotten into his car. "Thanks for coming down, even though you didn't really do much."
Bobby shook Dean's hand. "If it means the slightest possibility of keeping you two out of trouble, call me any time. I gotta go back and finish my job. Some ghost is really annoyed with his ex." And with that, he started the car and drove away.
Dean watched him go, then walked back to the Impala, and got into the driver's seat. Sam was already in the car, talking to someone on the phone. "Who was that?" he asked him when he hung up.
"Becca's dad. I told him I'd call when we found her. He sounded a little worried, but relieved, and he's gonna call us when he knows how she is." He put his mobile back into his pocket and settled back. "So, what now?"
"We go back to the hotel, and get us some pizza and beer!" Dean declared joyfully.
Sam smiled at him and nodded his agreement. "You sure you wanna drive, Dean? I mean those bruises looks pretty bad, especially seeing as it came from a girl."
Dean sarcastically smiled at him and turned on the radio, full volume. "Nah, it wasn't that bad. It was just like getting a couple punches thrown by you."
Yeah, happy ending! Maybe...I've not explained why Dean wanted to go do the case so bad...all shall be revealed in the final chapter...
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