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Edit: Lol, so I accidentally posted the second chapter to my other story, Always and Forever. I obviously changed it, but sorry if you had already read it and have to read the second chapter again because of my mistake.

~VDS~

Dean was speeding down the deserted back road in the 1970 Dodge Challenger that he had borrowed from Bobby. In his opinion, it was nothing compared to his Baby, which he was currently in the middle of restoring due to all the damage it had suffered a few days ago.

As he was driving by, Dean noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was an unconscious girl. He hit the brakes suddenly, the tires screeching against the asphalt. Dean winced slightly, knowing that braking too suddenly wasn't exactly good for the car, but he didn't have a choice. He put Challenger in reverse and backed up, stopping when he reached the unconscious girl at the side of the road.

Dean parked the Challenger off to the side of the road and shut the engine off. He grabbed his gun and got out of the car, looking around warily just in case there was some sort of monster nearby that had hurt this girl. When Dean spotted nothing out-of-place or unusual, he tucked his gun into the waistband of his jeans and hurried over to the unconscious girl.

He knelt down next to her. She was lying on her stomach with her face in the dirt, so he carefully rolled her over. She looked to be somewhere between eighteen and twenty years old. Her hair was tangled with leaves in it and her face was smudged with dirt, but Dean could instantly tell that she was probably beautiful when she was cleaned up nicely. He checked her pulse and was relieved to know she still had one, though it was weak. Her breathing was faint, too. Dean also noticed that her right wrist was swollen and bruised.

Dean lowered his head so his mouth was by her ear; he remembered what Sam had told him about how to try waking up an unconscious person. "Hey," he spoke loudly. "Wake up!"

She didn't even stir.

Dean pulled back with a frown. He tapped her shoulders, and then each of her cheeks, trying to get a response. Once again, she didn't move. Cursing under his breath, Dean carefully patted her down, checking to see if she had any form of ID on her. There was none.

"Damn it…" Dean muttered to himself. He couldn't leave her here. The sun was setting, and despite it being warm outside right now, the air would eventually cool down. Dean knew that if he just left her here, something bad would happen to her. That wasn't something he could do; he didn't like the thought of leaving someone to be hurt, especially when there was a chance he could help them.

Dean easily picked her up into his arms. She was light and her muscles were loose, making her body seem almost floppy… like a rag doll. He honestly couldn't think of another way to describe it.

Her head lolled against his chest as Dean carried her over to the Challenger. It was difficult, but Dean somehow managed to support the unconscious girl in his arms and open the passenger-side door, moving the seat so he could settle her on the leather-covered seat in the back. Dean was now regretting not taking a different car into town.

Dean moved the passenger seat back and closed the door. He walked around to the driver's side and got in, closing his own door, and starting the car. Without even looking to see if anyone was coming – because Dean knew that barely anyone drove down this way – Dean pulled back onto the road and continued on his way to Bobby's.

~VDS~

"What took you...?" Bobby had begun to say, looking up from the book he was reading when he heard Dean enter the room. However, he trailed off when he saw that Dean was carrying in unconscious girl.

Dean carried the girl over to the couch by the window and carefully settled her down. He then turned around to look at Bobby. "Hey," he said casually.

"What the hell happened?" Bobby demanded to know, his expression and tone of voice serious.

Dean gestured to the unconscious girl behind him. "I found her at the side of the road." He quickly explained. "I couldn't just leave her there. She had no ID or anything on her, so I don't know who she is."

Bobby sighed, nodding his head. He understood what Dean was saying; he probably would've done the same thing. "Well, we know she ain't a demon. You carried her through the Devil's Trap."

"I'll go get some salt." Dean said. He turned and walked into the kitchen; he rummaged around in the cupboards until he found a small container of salt. Grinning, Dean made his way back into the library and over to where Bobby was standing by the couch.

"I tested her with silver." Bobby announced. "She's good."

"Hold her arm up for me." Dean asked Bobby as he opened the container, pouring some salt into one of his hands, and then setting it aside on the desk. Bobby did what he was asked and held up the girl's arm as Dean poured the salt onto her arm. Nothing happened. "She's clear."

Dean carefully brushed the salt back into his hand and poured it back into the container.

"It looks like we'll just have to wait until she wakes up." Bobby said, crossing his arms.

"I am going to move her upstairs to one of the bedrooms." Dean declared, bending down and lifting her into his arms. He straightened up, glancing over at Bobby. "Check on Sammy for me, will you?"

"Will do," Bobby replied.

Dean exited the library, turning left and heading down the hall. He walked up the staircase to the second floor and chose the first room to his left. He laid her down on the bed, tucked her in, and then made sure that the salt lines at the window and the Devil's Trap hadn't been broken. When Dean was sure everything was good, he headed back downstairs, just in time to see Bobby coming out from the basement.

"How's he doing?" Dean asked.

"He's still out, but he doesn't seem to be twitching from those nightmares he's been having anymore." Bobby told Dean.

"That's good, I think…" Dean said, more to himself than to Bobby. "I'm going to head out and work on the Impala some more. I got the parts I needed from town. Make sure to keep an eye on Sammy and that girl."

Before anything more could be said, Dean walked past Bobby and out the back door.

Bobby headed back over to his desk, mumbling under his breath, "When did I become a damn hospital…"

~VDS~

Okay! That's it for this chapter! So, Dean found Katherine on the on the side of the road. Yeah!

Anyways, in terms of the timeline… it's been a few days since June 15th. I know that there was a couple weeks spanned in-between when Castiel took the souls from Purgatory and when Dean and Sam decided to use Death to stop him – or at least attempt. I'm just not sure how many. So for, Sam is still unconscious from Castiel breaking down his hall and recovering. He'll be up and walking soon.

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