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Max gaped, uncomprehending at the young man staring at her with equal confusion.

"Dean? His name isn't Dean. He's my… friend, Alec."

"No-no, he's my older brother Dean Winchester… before today, we've never even been to Seattle before." the young man said, blinking at her. "But it doesn't matter, can we settle this later? I think he's hurt…bad."

Still trying to figure this out, Max nodded, and quickly went around to the other side of the of the car.

To the driver's side… to Alec… or Dean, whoever it was.

She tried to open the door of the car, only to find that it was wedged tightly shut.

Forcing to rip it open violently, nearly tearing it off of it's hinges.

Ignoring the other kid's wide-eyed look, she placed her fingers on Alec/Dean's throat, feeling for a pulse.

She frowned when she found it much too slow to her liking.

Her gaze drifted down, and her eyes widened.

A large, jagged, and wickedly sharp piece of glass had pierced his left thigh, and undoubtedly sliced his femoral artery.

As blood was pouring out of it at an alarming rate, soaking Alec/Dean's acid-washed jeans, and beginning to puddle on the floor.

Max realized suddenly then that the kid in the passenger seat was telling the truth… this wasn't Alec. Alec had been wearing completely different clothes. Black jeans, gray T-shirt.

This guy was wearing acid-washed jeans and a black T-shirt with the words Metallica emblazoned on it.

Max bent down; wondering what in the hell she should do. She couldn't remove the glass, it would be a virtual death sentence. As bad as… Dean was bleeding right now, if she removed the shard, he'd bleed out in minutes.

As it was, he'd lost way too much blood already; his skin was going cold and clammy, a sure sign of shock.

"Ma'am? Is he okay?" The kid in the passenger seat was squinting, obviously trying to focus. Probably couldn't see very well because of the head injury, Max thought. It was probably best, if the kid saw his brother like this, he'd most likely freak.

But as she searched for an answer; obviously the hesitation was an answer enough.

The kid closed his eyes for a second; obviously trying to force them to work, then opened them again.

"Tell me please, what's wrong? Is he okay?" the kid reached out with a shaky hand and touched his brother's face. "Dean? Come on man, wake up…"

The obvious love for his brother and the fear he was feeling for him simultaneously touched her, and tore at her heart. She used to have that…

The kid continued. "It's Sam, Dean, come on, wake up."

Sam. So the kid's name was Sam. Max filed it away, mentally, as she ripped off her belt; intending to use it as a tourniquet on Dean.

But she knew that something drastic would have to be done; in order to keep him alive.

Like a blood transfusion.

She looked over at the kid in the passenger seat, whose face was pale. He also had blood running down his face from his head wound, and he looked scared.

"Hey you," she said, and the kid looked at her. Or tried to. "Your name is Sam?"

"Yeah. Is he…?"

Max swallowed at the sound of fear in Sam's voice. Obviously, he was terrified for his brother; a feeling Max understood.

"He's not doing too good. I'm afraid a piece of glass has cut his femoral artery-"

Sam gasped.

"And he's going into shock. I know this is going to sound like a stupid question, but you don't have any equipment to do blood transfusions, do you? Needles, tubes? Your brother needs blood right now, or I'm afraid-"

Sam didn't wait for her to finish, he simply snatched the keys out of the ignition, stumbled out of the car, hurried to the back, and opened the trunk.

Max frowned. What in the hell was this kid doing?

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Sam could tell the from the tone of the young woman's voice that his brother was seriously hurt.

Her next words confirmed it.

"He's not doing too good. I'm afraid a piece of glass has cut his femoral artery."

He had gasped then, but she continued. "And he's going into shock. I know this is going to sound like a stupid question, but you don't have any equipment to do blood transfusions, do you? Needles, tubes? Your brother needs blood right now, or I'm afraid-"

Sam hadn't waited for her to finish her sentence; he had grabbed the Impala's keys, and hurried back to the trunk as fast as his aching body allowed.

If she knew what we did for a living, then she'd know that isn't a stupid question at all…

He dug out their huge first-aid kit out of their hidden compartment. It was rather large, as the brothers had more inside than just your basic band-aids and gauze…

Like equipment needed for a blood transfusion.

Sam took only the time to shut the compartment, then ran over to the young woman, who was still kneeling by Dean.

Sam got down to his knees, too, and opened the first-aid kit. "Here ma'am… but we're not the same blood type," his breath caught painfully as he saw his first glance of the ugly wound on his brother's thigh… and oh god, there was blood everywhere. "So what are you going to do? He has to have AB negative blood. I'm not."

The woman shook her head. "I am. I've got a tourniquet on him, so the bleeding's slowed, but he lost way too much. His pulse is slowing down fast." as she spoke, the woman skillfully assembled the needed equipment. And with apparent ease, she gently slipped one of the needles into the crook of Dean's elbow, the other in her own. A direct line from her to Dean, Sam watched as her blood began to run down into his brother's.

"Would you do me a favor?" she asked calmly.

He blinked. "Uh, yeah, sure."

"Well, two favors actually. The first being… stop calling me ma'am. Name's Max. Max Guevara. The second being could you run over to my bike, and grab my cell-phone out of my bag?"

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Max watched Sam hurry off; then turned her attention back to his older brother.

Now that the kid was gone; she studied his face more closely. Now that she was close enough to kiss the man; she could see that this guy appeared slightly older than she and Alec. Not by much though.

And this guy… Dean, had a scar that began on his forehead and sliced through his right eyebrow. But still… they were damn near identical.

Max shook her head.

What the hell was going on?