After Sam walked off, the doctor turned to Dean. "What the hell happened?" He asked, taking in Dean's black eye and bloody nose.
"That's confidential police information, I'm afraid." Dean replied, wiping the blood away from his nose.
"Still, you should get that looked at," The doctor insisted, gesturing to some female nurses standing nearby. Dean grinned, about to walk over to them, but before he could do anything, Sam had walked back over.
"Okay, let's go." He grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him away.
"Get off me, man." Dean pulled his arm away, slightly annoyed with his brother for yanking him away from the nurses.
"Sure you want to have fun. Flirt and have sex all you like, but do it AFTER we have killed this bastard." Sam said, somewhat angrily as they exited the hospital and entered the parking lot.
"Okay, Sam! Jesus, ever consider removing that pole from your ass?" Dean mumbled to himself, pulling out his keys.
They reached the impala and he unlocked to doors, than looked at Sam as they climbed in, now getting to business. "Why didn't it work, Sam? I shot the hairy son of a bitch in the heart."
Dean started up the car, feeling angry it didn't work. It was his fault Andrew had gotten away.
"This dude……the body most likely has been dead for hundreds of years," said Sam. "Most likely he was bit back years ago and the body died, but he fed on enough humans in order to survive. Only way we can get rid of him now is to kill him in his true form." Sam glanced out the window, his expression worried. "And finding him now won't be easy, and I doubt he'll be happy we killed his little guards."
"Yeah, well, he hasn't exactly made me happy, either." Dean commented, thinking of the girls.
They drove the rest of the way in silence. When they reached the scene they'd left earlier, Dean pulled passed it and parked a bit away.
"Maybe we should check the shed where I found Chase." Sam said, climbing out of the car.
"Okay, let's do this." Dean agreed, also climbing out of the vehicle. He walked to the trunk and opened it up, Sam following.
"Hopefully we can catch Andrew before he changes. We can get him in a safe position and get it done with," said Sam.
Dean simply nodded, pulling out a gun, loaded with silver bullets, and a flashlight. Sam grabbed a gun as well, and they both headed into the woods.
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Chase had gone into the hospital willingly, not arguing with Sam as he helped her out and made sure she was put into a room. The doctors were too busy attending to her for her to hear what Sam said to them as far as an explanation went, but pretty much figured it out when one of the doctors turned to her and said she must have put up quite a fight if a rapist pulled a gun on her.
"More than you know," She said, biting her lip as much from the annoyance of that alibi, of all alibis, as from the pain of just having a bullet removed from her arm.
But Chase went along with it, and actually tried to relax for a little bit – that is, until she was sure the doctors were away for awhile. She wanted to be the one to kill Andrew; she'd been following him for awhile now and he was her kill: she wasn't planning on letting anyone else do it.
She glanced at the full moon outside the window as she put clothing on under her nightgown. A t-shirt and shorts could be seen underneath, but Chase quickly threw on a robe, covering everything up.
Unfortunately, Chase found guards stationed outside her door. This was precaution from Sam, she knew, and she should be grateful, but instead it just ticked her off. Great, how was she supposed to sneak out now? She saw Becca sitting a few feet away and waved to get her attention.
When she was close enough to hear her, Chase whispered, "Becca, I need you to help me get out of here."
Becca bit her lip. "You really shouldn't leave; you're hurt."
"Even if you don't help me, one way or another I'm getting out," She told Becca, in a hurry to get out before something happened and she couldn't be the one to kill Andrew. She'd been following him, she had to at least be there when he died. After all the pain she'd seen him cause….
Her arm was in a sling, though, and this would be far easier if she had someone helping her. "Please, Becca."
Becca sighed. "Fine, but when Sam freaks out I'm telling him this was against my will."
"Fine by me, you just need to drive and cover for me in case anybody from the hospital sees us," Chase nodded, making sure the gun was tucked securely in her sling.
A few minutes later, after finally figuring out how to ditch the cops (by telling them they were going for a walk, and then diving into a bathroom when they began to follow), and then Chase's walking Becca through hotwiring a car, they were finally on their way.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't catch heat for this," Chase informed Becca, who still looked a little concerned. She gave the younger girl a faint smile, and she returned it briefly, before Chase turned back to the window; counting the miles before they were back out in the woods.
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