Author's Note: Hello Supernatural Fandom! I hope you enjoy this next chapter. I think it is the longest so far, so hopefully that will make up for such a short chapter last time. Let me know what you would prefer? Longer chapters like this one? Or shorter like the previous? Feedback is always appreciated. Special thanks to DemonSkitty for her recent reviews and to every reader!
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"Really? You're going to help me?" I was sincerely shocked. The thought of a couple of hunters helping someone like me had never crossed my mind. Hunters hated me. In their eyes, I am just another monster.
"Don't thank us yet sister. We are going to help you, but I swear if you try anything. I mean anything, you little green eyed freak." Dean threatened me. As if I would even try to do something.
I put the sunglasses back on, over the years they had become a part of me and I felt naked without them. "So, what now?"
Sam was staring at Nerin and I knew what he was thinking, "No, he isn't like me. You don't have to worry about him."
"Well, first things first, we have to get you out of here. You able to walk after that surgery?" Sam's eyebrows furrowed as he contemplated how to get us out of the hospital.
"Yeah, I am fine. It was my shoulder that was shot, not my legs remember. Besides this isn't my first rodeo, but uh… I need some real cloths." I blushed.
Nerin looked up his blue eyes filled with confidence, "I know where they are." He got up and went over to a cupboard below the window and pulled out my cloths. He frowned and he lifted my blood-soaked shirt with a hole in it. "I don't think these will work."
"She can wear my jacket over it for now." Dean started taking off his leather jacket, but stopped when he realized we were all staring at him with surprised expressions on our faces. "What? A guy can't be a gentleman every once in a while. See this is why I don't try."
Sam laughed, "Well, there is a first time for everything."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Bitch."
"Jerk." Sam snapped back. "So much for gentlemen." He mumbled.
"What about the doctor? Can we please get out of here before he comes back? I don't want to try to explain to him my green eyes…"
"Yeah, Sam will handle it. Get dressed and be ready in five minutes." Dean commanded as he laid his leather jacket on the end of my bed.
"Oh sure, leave me with the hard work." Sam whined as they both headed for the door.
"Damn straight. This was you're plan. You get to do the dirty work."
After they left Nerin helped support me as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, I immediately regretted the fast movement as shooting pains ran up my arm and shoulder. I tried my best not to grimace too much, but it didn't work.
"Are you okay? Maybe we shouldn't move you. Why can't the doctor see you?" Nerin looked at me with pleading eyes as he tried his best to persuade me to stay.
"I'm fine." I assured him by trying to sit a little taller and smiling. It was a lie, but it would have to work. I had to be fine. We didn't have time for me to be injured. Besides everything would be fine, I just had to get to water. I just needed them to take us somewhere safe.
Nerin didn't seem convinced, but over the years he had learned that I was as stubborn as they come and that it was pointless to argue if I had already made up my mind.
Nerin helped me change back into my jeans and exchange the light blue hospital gown for Dean's leather jacket. It was overly large on me, but I was thankful for it because I needed the looseness for my injured shoulder. I had to carefully pull out the IV and detach all the monitor attachments which made the machines beep loudly and Nerin had to run to unplug it.
Dean came in when he heard the machine give the flatline alarm, his expression turning from alert to surprise. I tried not to notice, but he was definitely checking me out in his leather jacket. I suddenly felt like the room was getting very hot and realized I was blushing. Damnit this is not the time to be oogling at a hunter. Even if he is hot… I shook my head. A hunter is exactly what he was, there is no way I could trust him. His job was to hunt people like me and my job was to run or die and today is not going to be the day I kick the bucket. Sure, I may need the hunters for now, but as soon as I am healed… it's back to the road we go.
"So, you just going to stare at me or are you going to help me up. Mr. I'm-such-a-Gentleman."
Dean seemed to check back into reality and hurried over to help me stand up. I took in a sharp intake of breath as the medication was wearing off much faster than I had anticipated.
Dean's gripped me a little tighter, but he didn't push me beyond my limits. He was surprisingly gentle for a guy who seemed to have such a rough shell and an ego to match it. Part of me hoped these hunters weren't going to be as bad as all of the others, but experience told me not to trust them. I don't know what angle their playing with helping me, but soon they will see what I am and I am sure they will turn into a monster and we will have to be back on the run.
We made our way towards the door and Nerin opened the door for us. Sam was just outside the door, he looked a little annoyed, but he was in one piece and the doctor was nowhere to be seen so whatever he did must have worked.
He placed a hand on Nerin's shoulder as we all made our way down the hallway. "I parked just outside the back exit. If we can just get through the back stairwell we should be fine."
We reached the stairwell before I realized I noticed the cold tiles slapping against my bare feet. "Shit, I forgot my shoes…" I realized as I said it that it would be a perfect way to ditch them. All I had to do was get Nerin and I away from them and I'm sure we could find a place to hid until they forgot about us or gave up trying.
"What you want to wear my shoes now too?"
I actually laughed, which hurt a lot. "No, just let me go back to the room and put them on. You guys go on ahead. Nerin and I will be right there."
"Not a chance." Dean spat, "What you think we are that dumb to let you out of our sight when we don't even know what kind of freak you are?"
"Look, I told you I am harmless. Besides, you think I will get far with my injured shoulder?"
Sam and Dean exchanged looks.
"Please. They are my only pair. I will be right down. It's down that stairwell and through the exit right?"
"I am coming with you." Dean insisted, his grip around me tightening to an uncomfortable level.
"Excuse me… I um. I actually brought them, they are in my backpack. I just knew we were in a hurry… so I…" Nerin shrugged off his backpack and unzipped it to show them nestled amongst the few belongings he owned.
"Well, that was easy. You can put them on in the car, now let's move before anyone notices you're missing. Thanks, kid." Dean sneered and then began walking down the stairwell dragging me with him.
Damn. Well, I couldn't be upset with Nerin. I mean how could of the kid have known about my hopes of escape when I seemed to be going along with whatever the two men commanded.
We reached the car and Dean helped me into the backseat of the Impala. The window was replaced, and the car seemed to be back to normal. This car must be pretty special to the brother's if they fixed it so fast. Well, if I was going to be stuck with these… Winchesters, I might as well try to make the best of it.
"I am sorry about your car."
"Yeah, no thanks to you I had to work on her all night. My poor baby." Dean's voice turning from anger to sympathy for his vehicle. It was weird to see a hunter doing something other than… well other than hunt I guess. Seeing Dean's love for the Impala made him seem too human. No, I wouldn't let myself fall for this. He was a hunter, who cares how human he is. It won't change the fact that this was all going to end soon. I just hoped for Nerin's sake that it didn't end in more bloodshed.