The Save

The next day the old hospital was swarmed with police and detectives. Questions were being thrown at me everywhere I turned about what happened that night. I didn't know what to say so like any other person in my shoes I refused to speak. I acted mute, I mean c'mon. Who in their right mind would believe that some psycho dead white guy brutally murdered my best friend? So of course, and I sigh saying this, I was the main suspect. Everyone in the foster home isolated me, leaving me more alone then ever. I didn't mind all that much, gave me privacy to look up on urban legends and all that mumbo jumbo. It was actually quite interesting to read about all the supernatural phenomenons in this world. Made me question why scientist and detectives never took a real interest in it. Sure would explain a lot of disappearances in this world.

After about five months the police stopped their investigation, concluding that no girl could possibly commit such a violent act. Especially because Trent's bones were literally mush and they had no leads on where to go with the investigation.

The two years that followed allowed me to obtain a job and save up for some 'supplies' for my first hunt. The job allowed me to escape the accusing eyes of the kids in the home and eventually helped me move out of that hell hole and support myself when I became of age. Several years later I became a master mind at credit card fraud, auto theft, robbery. You name it, anything to get me what I needed.

Around age twenty I smoked that stupid son of a bitch, excuse my French- hey when we curse and say excuse my French does that mean when French people curse they say excuse my English?, sorry off topic.- well as I was saying I smoked that bitch that murdered Trent. And thanks to Ail whenever I took the wrong turn or didn't see something coming I had an advantage. Ail would pop up and save the day, as she would put it, telling me to side step or shoot in a certain direction, literally saving my ass each time. I never got more then a scratch on me thanks to her.

At age twenty three I became a pro. I actually bought a beautiful blue Camaro which with its small trunk held my equipment. And no I did not use a credit card or steal the money for it; I actually saved up from a side job that I had to get me through the days. I acquired some mechanical cases that unfolded out and revealed my well kept weapons with the push of a button. I had a laptop installed where the radio would be found that popped out when needed. Voice command, making it ten times easier and faster. Half the time I used it to blast the music collection I had on my i-Tunes.

Now its eight years after Trent's death. I'm twenty four years old, hunt for a living and live on credit cards. I haven't had a home cooked meal in years and I don't get enough sleep. I'm as fit as a girl could be without looking like a man. On the outside I'm soft, light skin, grey eyes that can trap any man, five foot four, slim yet toned, and light brown straight hair that ends right beneath my small B sized breast. On the inside I'm hard, rough, and hidden from the world, constantly putting on an act for people to see.

I've actually met several other hunters through out the years, all seem to be in their late thirties to early sixties, old. That is until I bumped into a gorgeous- and when I say gorgeous I mean Gorgeous- pair of brothers named Sam and Dean.

Now, I'm debating if I should tell you how we all met or just skip it and bring you to the… semi present. Well it's a long story anyway so I might as well just tell you.

To get straight to the point we were working the same gig at some broken down house claimed to have a poltergeist. I almost shot Dean's head off. It wasn't my fault, he scared the crap out of me! Popping out the corner like that, sheesh. Well here's how it all went down.

I was walking around the house doing a run over on its layout when I heard a noise in the other room and approached it with my gun at point. Next thing I know I see a black figure come stumbling in. It was Dean; he had tripped on a loose board while walking into the room I was in. He had fallen to his knees and hands and started cursing himself out in small little mumbling outburst. Without hesitation I placed the barrel of my gun against his temple, not realizing he wasn't a spirit. I must admit that his reflexes are fantastic. Before I could pull the trigger his hand swung at mine spinning and pulling me toward the floor, causing the gun to fall next to me and shoot in mid air. As soon as my back hit the ground he sat on top of me pinning me to the cold wooden floor. As he reached for his gun I grabbed onto his hands and bent my knees, slamming my kneecaps into his spine. He placed his hands on the ground beside my face and leaned closer to me trying to catch his breath and regain control from the sharp pain I had sent through his delicious body. Yes delicious. Because his face was closer now I could see his eyes and quickly spoke before he could start this little rumble again.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

I pleaded. At that moment a sudden bright light searched both Deans and my face.

"Dean!"

Someone pulled him off me. Of course it was Sam drawn by the sound of the gun shot. I stood on the floor for a brief second rubbing my right shoulder that had popped out during Dean and my struggle until Sam lifted me to my feet.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" Dean demanded.

And blah blah blah, that's it. They found out I met their father a while back and we all have the same profession.

After arguing, and making up (wink, wink) Dean and I finally agreed to team up and take care of that house together along with Sam. For some strange reason I don't really remember a lot of Sam at that time. Where he was, what he was doing… I remember where Dean was… what HE was doing. That's for a later story though.

Once that job was done we went on our separate ways.

Now let's fast forward a bit. Sam and Dean finished what ever hunt they were on. John died saving Dean's life and Sam despite Dean's pleads went back to college. Dean was working a gig in New York where I just so happen to have been. I was apparently working at the same place as him. The Sea View hospital, famous for its past. It was hidden in the woods beside a little league baseball field, decorated with graffiti and broken shattered windows. The patients were supposedly treated like scum, beaten and never cleaned living in their own wastes. It unfortunately left behind some uneasy spirits that just wanted to be left alone. In this case it was impossible; there was no way stupid teenagers were going to stop going there for a good scare.

It was pretty late in the night, the street was dead quite lit up by orange street lights. I pulled into a hidden dirt road in the woods that eventually would lead to an illegal trailer park and more woods after that.

I pulled up and parked next to what seemed like a familiar looking car figuring it was left behind by some stupid teen that came by and their car broke down. After grabbing whatever was necessary for the hunt I made my way inside the building.

I was walking the fourth floor which for some strange reason seemed extremely long, asking Ail whether or not I should unlock the doors and go in. The building was so old the wrong step could send you slamming to the level below.

A little past half way into the never ending hallway a gun went off echoing into the corridor I was standing in. It was soon followed by a large thudding sound of a body slamming to the floor. I didn't dare run to the sound but picked up my speed and rushed over to where I thought it had come from. In a faint muffled sound I could hear what sounded like crawling and began to panic.

"Ail which door!?!?"

No answer… "Bitch."

The hallway began to spin as I looked from door to door, the scrambling noise of a body sounding as thought it was coming from each room. Suddenly my eyes widened and stopped at a large heavy door somewhat similar to the one back home that barricaded me from Trent and his attacker.

I threw my head into the door, shoving it open and stumbling into the room. I quickly regained my balance and gripped my handgun tight between my palms. I slowly and cautiously shifted my feet along the ground bringing me further into the dark room. Shifting me feet across the floor helped me acquire an easy escape root by clearing a path through all the clutter that crowded the building.

I stopped as I came about a large heavy load of garbage. I tried pushing it over but when I did it let out a pained grunt and began to shift against the corroding floor. My head immediately dropped down and my eyes squinted trying to make out what or who it was. One hand searched my holster for my flashlight and the other kept my gun aiming down. When the light flickered on I cursed myself out for not changing the batteries and starred down at that handsome face that was shredded and covered in both dry and wet blood. His clothes were wet and torn also drenched in fresh wet blood. The smell set off an instinct in me and I began chomping my teeth together.

"Dean!" I knelt down beside him to check his pulse.

"Your car" Ail's voice echoed in my head. She didn't always freeze time to warn me, only if she wanted to speak face to face.

"What?"

"Leave him and get your car."

Dean's pulse was extremely weak but the fact was that he had one and that's all that mattered.

"Dean," I crouched closer and wrapped my arms under his back pulling him as close to me a possible. "C'mon prince I'm getting you out of here." Prince, I gave that nick name to him for thinking so highly of himself last time I met him. He took it as a compliment but I quickly shut him down by saying he was no king. I lifted him up to his feet, swung his arm over my shoulder, and holstered both my gun and flash light into my holster in order to wrap my hand around his hip for leverage.

Suddenly he became weightless and Ail stood before me.

"Drop him and run for your car."

"No."

"If you don't you will get stuck here and you'll both die."

"I doubt that, I got you." I shot her a trustworthy smile.

"I can't help you if you get stuck here."

"Uh yes you can." I insisted scratching the back of my neck. Ail snorted and disappeared.

Dean's weight fell on my like an anvil in a cartoon.

"Holly crap." I mumbled to myself. "Guys got it so easy; all you got to do is lift us girls like a baby." I struggled with his weight; I mean I'm strong but still not strong enough to lift a full grown man.

"Doesn't mean… you're not heavy." Dean managed to whisper in several breathes.

"Oh good, your talking." I smiled at the sound of his voice.

I half dragged him out of the room and paused at the sound of glass breaking from outside. Worried at what I thought it would be I picked up our pace and rushed us both down the stairs and out the building as best I could with out hurting him more then he already was.

"Fuck You!" I yelled in a reflex. My damn car, my beautiful little baby was so messed up it looked like it was gang banged by one of those Caterpillar construction machines. The windows were shattered, hood dented and all four tires flatter then a pancake.

"Told you."

"SHUT UP!"

The point is my car was completely totaled but Dean's wasn't.

"I knew I knew that car!" I confessed to myself. Dean began feeling heavier then what he was, slowly losing consciousness. I looked behind us toward the building only to see a bunch of ghost starring at us through the windows and the entrance watching our every move.

"Time to go prince."

"Stop…calling me… that…" He trailed off. His head began nodding to the side bouncing with each step we took synchronized.

"I'll stop calling you that if you promise to stay awake."

Dean had not responded to my comment so once again I checked his pulse just to make sure he was still alive. After finding an even weaker pulse then before I leaned him up against the door.

"Keys." I patted his pockets softly being sure not to hurt him. "Keys, keys, keys."

Dean was now somewhat more conscience then he was and reached into his back pocket, the keys jingled in his hand as he weakly passed them to me. I hurried him into the back seat and sat myself behind the wheel, completely ready to leave that place and get Dean some help. In front of us through the windshield were twenty some what spirits making there way toward us and amazingly, as corny as it is, the car wouldn't start.

I threw my head back resting it on the head rest.

"A little help wouldn't hurt."

"Now you want to listen?" I rolled my head to the side to see Ail sitting in the passenger seat beside me.

"Any tips?"

"Yea fix the car dumb ass."

I shook my head in agreement. "Go figure."

"Listen smart ass if you had listen to me in the first place and ditch the Winchester we wouldn't be in this situation!"

"You're not helping here!"

"Just…" For once Ail was at a loss for words, ew the thought of it still sends shivers down my spine. Well as you would think it was not a good thing when she was silent so I started to panic looking around the car and out the back window. To my luck there was a clear path and we were on a slight hill.

"Uh, okay… I got this. I think…" Stuttering definitely didn't settle with Ail well. I looked up at her face to see she was shaking her head no before I could tell her it was okay to leave.

"I don't trust you."

"I got this one, I got it."

"Nah uh. Not leaving."

"If something goes wrong you can just pop back up right."

At that she left Dean and me alone. The ghost continued there pace toward us. I tried the car once more but it refused to start. I grabbed the steering wheel and positioned the tires in the right direction; I pulled the car out of park and jumped out running to the front hood and pushing the entire car as hard as possible backward. The moment it took a life of its own and picked up speed I ran back to the open door and jumped in. As the car rolled away from the building I kept a steady eye on the ghost and the direction in which the car was rolling off to. I carefully steered the car out of that area of woods and rolled onto a flat piece of land that brought the car to a stop.

"Nice job."

"Thank you." I felt so proud of myself. For once I didn't need Ail to instruct me of what to do.

Dean and I were far enough from the hospital for me to fix the car and not worry about a ghost bashing my head in from behind. Before I got out to check what was wrong with the damn thing I glanced back to check on Dean's conditions, he needed help and he needed help fast. I got the car fixed as fast as possible and got Dean to a non haunted hospital within minutes. It was his lucky day if you ask me, I stumble upon his almost lifeless body and then there's a hospital literally across the street from the dirt road that I had entered to get into the woods.

Even all dirty and bloody that kid looks so damn fine and in scrubs he looks even yummier.

The hard part of the hospital was Dean's insurance name and the cover up story…