"Sammy?!" Dean tried to shout out, holding his stomach in pain. He was walking around in the woods, looking for his brother, in the pitch dark because he had dropped his flashlight earlier. "Sam, come on, man, where are you?"
He continued to walk around, searching everywhere, brushing branches and bushes aside, looking high and low. Walking a bit further, Dean suddenly tripped and fell over flat on his face. He put his hands on the ground, pushing himself up, when he saw Sam's legs protruding from a large bush.
"Sam?!" Dean scrambled over to his brother, ignoring his own pain and pulling his brother out. He laid him down on a bit of better ground and looked at him, seeing the long gashes Andrew had left across his cheek. "Sammy?"
Dean put his index fingers on his little brother's neck, fortunately finding a pulse. He heard a gunshot in the distance and hoped to God it was Becca shooting the hairy bastard. He put his arms around Sam's back and lifted his younger brother up, placing Sam unto his shoulder. It was incredibly awkward; one, because Sam was much taller then him, and two because Dean was badly injured.
As quickly as he could, he made it back to Becca, finding Chase standing there silent and with a hard look on her face, and Andrew lying dead on the ground, dead by a single bullet to the head.
Becca ran over as soon as she saw him. "Is he okay? Are you okay?" She looked at Sam's bloody cheek and quickly grabbed his other arm and placed it on her shoulder, trying to help Dean with the weight.
"Sam's fine, I'm fine. Are you?" Dean asked her, looking at the blood that was all over her stomach. "Becca, it's okay, I've got him."
"Are you sure you've got him?" Becca asked, looking pale and exhausted.
"I'm sure," He said through gritted teeth, trying to reassure Bec. He was struggling, and they probably all knew that, but Sam was his responsibility, and if anybody was going to take care of him, it was going to be him.
They all walked back to the car then, Dean in pain and trying to support his brother, Becca by his side, and Chase trailing behind, one arm in a sling, the other still clutching a gun, silent as the grave.
"Bec, open the backdoor for me," Dean nodded towards the impala in the distance. He was slowing down, but he was determined to do this. When he reached the car and the open door, he gently took Sam off his shoulder and placed him on the seat. As he stood up, he grabbed his stomach in agony, stopping himself from making a sound. Even though he was in a lot of pain, he didn't want any fuss. After all, it was just a scratch and would heal itself.
"Dean, sit in the back with Sam, I'll drive," Becca offered, her voice firm.
"No, I'll drive, you're hurt." Dean said, pointing to the bloody scratches across her stomach and face. He walked around to the driver's side, trying to be firm and not flinch from the pain he was suffering. He looked across at Becca and saw she wasn't very happy. "What?" He frowned at her; he was tired and sore, and didn't feel like arguing with her.
"You're hurt far worse then I am and don't even deny it."
"What?" He asked again, opening the driver's door. "I told you before I'm fine, I just want to get everyone to the hospital. The longer you stand here and argue with me, the faster you all bleed to death; is that what you want?" Dean raised his eyebrows at her; it was his car and it was his brother who was unconscious; he was driving.
Chase, for her part, was completely silent on the matter. As soon as she reached the car she climbed into the front seat and laid her head on the back of the seat, staring out the window absently.
"Becca, get in the damn car!" Dean ordered her and she glared at him a moment before climbing into the backseat. Dean climbed into the car then, relieved she decided not to argue with him, and laughed a little to himself, thinking that the hospital had become their second home.

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Chase stared out of the car window; her mind alternating between replaying the events of the night in her mind and what happened after she separated from Becca, and what she was going to do now. She'd been with the Winchesters awhile now, and felt this odd connection to them, and besides that, she had a certain liking for Becca. She was like a young Chase, which might not be such a good thing considering Chase usually ended up close to death…..

They arrived at the hospital and Dean parked the car, walking around and pulling his brother out. Chase climbed out of the car and helped Becca, who was looking paler and paler by the minute.
"Hey, someone help me!" Dean yelled, as the four of them dragged themselves into the hospital. Immediately doctors and nurses rushed over.
"Sir, are you okay? You look very pale." A nurse said to Dean, and Chase watched from behind, someone taking Becca away from her and she barely noticed, watching Dean's slurred movements.
"I'm fine…..honestly……just take care of him…." Dean responded, his words coming out slurred. Sam was taken from Dean and Chase continued to watch, ignoring someone coming up to her. She tried to keep her head down, mostly, though, because she had snuck out earlier and she knew that would probably piss a lot of people off.
"Okay, sir, we're going to take a look at you…" The nurse insisted to Dean and he weakly tried to push her away.
"No, it's just a scratch, I'll be…" His voice trailed off as he fell to the ground, and Chase tried to rush forward towards him, but was held up by a doctor and everything started moving in slow motion……
A few hours later, Chase found herself sitting in Dean and Sam's room, biting her nail absently and staring at the floor. She was replaying the events of the night in her mind again: after Becca had pulled over, she'd had a vision and gone running into the woods. Chase had run after her, but had lost sight of Becca through all the trees, and then had stumbled and landed in the soft dirt. She would have been up and going again, but she'd felt someone grabbing her and helping her to her feet.
"Are you all right, miss?" They had asked, and Chase had looked up to see a group of campers. It turned out that the whole wooded area had been a camping ground, which explained the shed……..and then Andrew had shown up, in full werewolf form. She'd tried in vain to help the campers, but she was injured, and in the confusion of the campers trying to protect her over themselves, but really not being able to do anything, and Andrew just plain wanting to kill her, she'd been knocked to the ground, unconscious.
"Dean?"
Chase was stirred from her thoughts by Sam, who was slowly waking up. She stood up and walked over to his bed side.
"Hey, you're awake," She said, smiling faintly at him.
"Hey, Chase," Said Sam, slowly looking around the room. He spotted Dean lying in the bed next to him, unconscious. "Dean! What's wrong with him? He seemed fine before."
"He's fine. The doctors said he'll be okay." Chase told him, looking at Dean herself. "He just lost a lot of blood because of the werewolf, that's all."
Sam settled back unto his bed, relaxing, and then smiled at Chase. "Thanks, by the way. You talked Becca into disobeying an order and saved our lives."
Chase shrugged, giving Sam a half hearted smile. "Yeah, well, you know me. I don't follow rules, either." She glanced around the room. "Besides, I hate hospitals."
"Please don't tell me Andrew is still out there." Sam said, looking at her sad expression.
"No, Andrew is gone. He won't be hurting anyone anymore." Chase responded, feeling a fresh wave of guilt over the campers. Andrew had probably eaten all of them and she hadn't been able to save them. Why hadn't she been able to save them?
Sam looked at her. "Chase, there's something you're not telling me. What is it?"
"It's nothing……just this life kind've gets to ya, you know?" She said, not willing to open up to Sam.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. That's kinda why I tried to get away from it." Sam smiled politely at her. "Chase…..what is it really?"
"Are you always this inquisitive?" Chase sat down on the edge of Sam's bed, looking at him and feeling utterly exhausted.
"No, I can just tell there is something wrong." Sam looked at her a moment, and then his expression changed; almost as if he figured Chase was going to open up no matter how hard he tried.
"I'm going to check on Bec." He informed her, climbing out of the bed. "If Dean even moves I want you to come get me."
Chase nodded, watching Sam leave, and then stood up and walked over to Dean's bed, looking down at him. She went back to absently chewing on her nail, and wondered what she would do now. She wasn't sure, but somehow she knew her life wasn't going to be the same from this moment on.

THE END

Aaaaand, thats the end of the second episode! Comments, as always, welcome. I'm currently working on the third, so keep a look out! Thanks for reading. - CHJ