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AN: I'm SO sorry it took me so long to get this chapter written. When I started writing this story I was in a mood for nothing else except Supernatural. And then I got into a Lord of the Rings mood. Recently my tunnel vision has been focused of The Walking Dead and The Boondock Saints, in that order. I will try to keep up on all my stories though. Thanks for reading and plz review.

Chapter 8

Carmen walked back to the office just before Sam closed the door. He then shook out a line of goofer dust in front of the closed doors and then started to make a large circle around Evan Hudson. Carmen had been standing close to the double doors when they began to shake violently. Startled, Carmen jumped back a few feet closer to the circle.

Carmen realized that they had no useful weapons on hand except for her .45 and , if she was lucky, Sam might have had a blade on him somewhere. So is basic terms, they were screwed. Sure, she could shoot at the thing. but it wouldn't do anything except piss the thing off. Which Carmen couldn't say she blamed the thing. She hated being shot at herself.

Carmen was worried when the doors were shaking. She started to panic a little when they stopped shaking though. She then heard a metallic crash and turned her head to see the vent laying on the floor. On instinct, Carmen grabbed her gun and shot in the general direction of the vent.

Carmen couldn't see or hear the thing, but according to Evan, it was now pissed. Carmen quickly jumped into the circle after she shot at the Hell Hound and was thankful that she did when she watched a pair of claw mark appear in the floor in front of her. After a minute the marks showed up on the floor in front of Sam on the other side of the circle with Evan between them.

Suddenly wind started whipping around the office. It started out mildly and then became harsher and harsher. After a minute or two of the harsh wind, Carmen heard Sam yell that the circle was broken. Carmen raced for the door but stayed outside until Sam ran out behind Evan.

Carmen turned in the doorway and shot off a few rounds to give them a little time to get somewhere else. Carmen heard Sam and Evan shout at her to come on and turned to run only to feel a searing pain in her right leg. Carmen gritted her teeth against the pain and shot behind her. Carmen felt the pressure on her leg loosen and she ran towards the door Sam and Evan were in. Carmen jumped through and Sam slammed it closed behind her.

The pain in Carmen's leg was a 15 on the pain scale of 1 to 10. But when the door started to violently shake, Carmen got off the floor and threw all of her body weight against the door to help Sam keep the Hell Hounds out.

Just when Carmen thought that Dean had failed and that the Hell Hounds were going to bust through the flimsy door, the shaking stopped. Carmen and Sam looked at each other but didn't take their weight away from the door.

A few minutes after the shaking stopped, Sam's phone rang. Sam answered it and spoke to, Carmen assumed, Dean. "Okay. See you in a bit." Sam said into the phone. Sam hung up the phone and pushed off the door. "Dean did it. He got the demon to break the contract." Sam said to them both.

Carmen had to say that Dean had wonderful timing. Carmen wasn't sure how much longer she would have been able to put that much pressure of her injured leg. Carmen pushed off the door as well and walked out of the laundry room with Sam and Evan and waited outside for Dean with them.

Dean pulled up and Carmen instantly went for the Impala. Not a word to anyone. Just walked past them all and climbed into the backseat. Sam and Dean finally got in the car and drove back to the motel. They all walked into the room and Carmen grabbed a pair of loose pajama pants and a white tank top. She then walked to bathroom to take a shower and check her leg.

When they had gotten back to the motel room Dean was hoping to have a talk with Carmen and then get some sleep. After he bleached his mouth out after being mouth raped by that Crossroads demon. But as soon as they walked through the door though, Carmen went to her duffle bag, grabbed some clothes, muttered something about a shower, and slammed the door behind her. Dean looked at Sam, who was looking at him equally confused, and just shrugged his shoulders.

'Well. That's different of her.' Dean thought. Not that he really had any room to say anything. In all honesty, Dean didn't know that much about Carmen but then again, if he was being honest with himself, he had tried his damnedest to stay away from her as much as possible since she had charged into that room in Chicago and started barking orders at everyone.

Dean had been shocked, to say the least, at Carmen's proposal before Sam had barged in and told them about this case. Too bad they hadn't been able to seal the deal that night. Dean knew that it probably wasn't going to happen tonight either, seeing as how they were all sharing a room. And at the moment not even Carmen's hot little body could drive away disgusting feeling that seemed to cover him like a fine mist since having to "seal the deal" with that demon. It had completely killed his mood for the night.

Carmen came out of the bathroom looking a little grim and a tad bit pale but neither him nor Sam said anything about it. When they had first all walked into the motel room that day, Carmen had claimed the bed closest to the door, but after her shower she grabbed her gear and said that she wanted the couch instead.
Sam and Dean shared another look but, again, shrugged it off. Sam and Dean each grabbed a shower and then they all decided to call it a night.

But when they woke up the next morning, Carmen had vanished again. "Damn that sneaky woman! Why does she always find it necessary to sneak out like a thief in the night instead of tellings us she's leaving?" Dean said frustrated that Carmen managed to sneak out on them again. 'I'll say this for her, she's definitely light on her feet when she wants to be.' Dean thought glaring at the now empty couch.

"Maybe she had something to do. Or maybe she went back to Bobby's." Sam said as he was packing the last of his stuff. "Maybe." Dean said grabbing his bag and headed for the door. "Damn woman." he grumbled as he walked through the motel room door.

Carmen had been halfway to Bobby's house when she got a call from him about a job two states away. Although she knew it was a VERY bad idea to go and do this job while leaving her injury untreated, she accepted the job.

If there was one thing in the supernatural world that Carmen really hated, it was witches. Easy enough to kill. If you could get close enough to do it without them knowing your intent. According to Bobby there had been a few suspicious killings that had Witch written all over it.

The witch had become obsessed with a married man she had had a short affair with, and after killing his wife, started killing any woman that showed any interest in him. She hadn't been a big woman but she had put up one hell of a fight before Carmen's knife found a nice, cozy little home in the bitches heart.

Other than a few cuts and bruises, Carmen walked away relatively unscathed. Fourteen hours later and running on fumes, both her and her bike, Carmen parked in front of Bobby's house. Her bite had started to become harder and harder to ignore the longer Carmen went but knew that she still had to do any research she could to see if there was anything to do for a Hell Hound bite.

'God, I hope so. If not, I'm fucked. And not in the good, satisfying way either.' Carmen thought as she slowly walked up the steps to Bobby's door. Carmen opened the door to see Sam at the kitchen table doing something on his laptop.
Sam looked up at her and the shock on his face was clearly evident.

"Good God, Carmen! What happened to you?!" Sam said as he practically ran out of his chair to her. Which was a good thing because she had just enough strength to hold herself up until Sam reached her side.

Sam just completely skipped the part about trying to help her walk and picked her up bridal style and started hollering for Bobby. Bobby and Dean ran into the library just as Sam walked through the door with a barely conscious Carmen.

All three men starred in open shock at the state of the normally untouchable woman. She looked like she had lost a considerable amount of weight since the boys had last seen her, her hair which normally looked healthy now looked dull, her normally bright hazel-green eyes were glassy and dull as well, but it was her skin that worried them the most. She was pale as death, was covered in a cold sweat, and burning hot to the touch.

"Jesus, girl, what the hell happened?!" Bobby yelled at her. "Sam, get her the hell upstairs and put her in her bed. Dean get some ice and cold water, we gotta get her fever down before it kills her." Bobby yelled walking up the stairs in front of Sam. "No. Sam, put me down. I have to find how to treat a bite." Carmen said so weakly that Sam barely heard her.

"Not a chance in hell. What the hell happened Carmen? We just seen you two days ago." Sam said as he finally laid her down on her bed. After a minute of Bobby trying to look her over with her clothes on, Dean walked in with a ziplock bag full of ice and a pot of cold water.

"Dammit, girl, it's a good thing you ain't modest. Boys, get over here and help me get her clothes off." Bobby said as he started to unlace her boots.

"Excuse me? We're gonna do what? Why?" Dean asked with an expression as if he had just heard Bobby wrong.

"We gotta get her outta these clothes. I gotta find whatever it is that's making her this way. Can't do that with her clothes in the way. Her underwear can stay on, doubt whatever it is we're looking for is hiding under them." Bobby said finally placing both boots on the floor.

Since Dean seemed a little shell shocked about undressing a woman, which was unheard of, Sam stepped up and started helping Bobby get Carmen's jacket, shirt, and pants off.

Her jacket hit the floor and her shirt was clinging to her body, soaked in sweat. Sam helped Bobby get it off only to discover that she looked worse than they thought.

She had to have lost a good fifteen or twenty pounds since they had last seen her, being able to count her ribs without even having to bend down to do it. But that wasn't what worried them the most. Carmen's now deathly pale skin looked like a road map. It was as if you could see every vein in her body but instead of being red, they were black. And they had crawled their way all the way half way up her neck and disappeared into her jeans.

Even though it made Sam slightly uncomfortable, he started to work on getting her belt and pants undone to get her out of them. Sam and Bobby carefully got her jeans off and onto the floor to see the damage and almost wished they hadn't.

Carmen's right leg was a mess. Her calf had what looked like a huge dog bite in it and from her foot to her midthigh was completely black and her whole lower half was covered in black veins.

If they didn't find out what the hell was rong and how to fix it, and fast, Carmen Davis was going to die.