Chase laid on the ground, trying to collect her thoughts. Andrew had dumped her in some sort of shed, and she'd decided to stay there for a bit. Her body was sore, her arm had gone numb, and for some reason her hip hurt quite a bit.
She reached into her back pocket to find out why, and found an extra clip of silver bullets. She usually carried an extra clip in her back pocket, and now she was thanking the heavens more then ever for that decision.
Chase sat up slowly, gripping her arm and looking around the shed. It looked like the werewolves secret place, because so many things were stored there. A few feet away, in fact, as luck would have it, she found a shotgun. It was a little rusted, but it appeared to work, so Chase loaded the silver bullets into it quickly and then hid it. The moment Andrew walked in she planned on shooting him in the head.
Her current order of business, however, was getting this bullet out of her arm. But she couldn't see the wound, and therefore couldn't pull it out. She sat there for awhile, trying to figure out what to do about her arm, and trying stay awake after getting thrown around a bit, when she heard footsteps outside. She lifted the gun, training it on the door, preparing….. And then Sam Winchester appeared.
"Chase," He said, hurrying to her side. "Here." He helped her to her feet, and then a moment later, picked her up and began carrying her. She leaned her head against his chest as he carried her, feeling much better now that she knew he and Dean were okay. She hadn't admitted it to herself, but she'd been worried about Deirdra getting them and then Becca and Anna, leaving them with Nicholai and then Andrew.
They reached the car and Sam set her down and helped her into the backseat, next to an unconscious Anna and a fully conscious but oddly silent Becca. Dean was in the front seat, his head on the steering wheel, and they all looked beat up. All except Sam, of course, and Chase felt a twinge of guilt. After all, they'd all only come because of her.
"So, you guys ready to go back out tonight?" She asked, though she already knew what the answer would be.
Dean glanced at her in the rearview mirror as Sam climbed into the car, and then started up the engine.
"I'll call the hospital and let them know we're coming," said Sam, pulling out his cell phone.
Dean only nodded, and the rest of the drive was made in silence.
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When they arrived at the hospital, Sam got out and helped Chase out of the car, forcing her to go the emergency room. Medical teams came out and picked up Anna and Sam walked up to the doctor, Dean with him. Sam showed the man a fake badge.
"I'm state police officer Jake Hart and this is my partner Kyle Milton. We want twenty four hour security on these people, please, they have been in a vicious attack by a convicted rapist, so please don't let any visitors near them."
He spit out a story, hoping it would be enough to keep Andrew away from them. The doctor nodded, making note of it all, and Sam turned around to Becca, who was sitting in a hospital chair looking worried.
"Hey, Bec," He greeted her, walking over. He took a seat next to her and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She looked kind of out of it. "I told the doctor not to let anyone near you. I know you're fine and you want to help me and Dean, but I need you to stay here and make sure Anna and Chase are okay." He gave her a friendly and supportive smile before standing up. "You have my number, so call if anything goes wrong."