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A/N: So all I have to say is I'm SOOO sorry. If you are reading this it's because you gave me a second chance with the story. I was in such a Supernatural mood when I started writing this but I get easily side tracked. Now I realize it's been over a year since I've posted anything on this story but the mood suddenly struck me to write on this story. I'm not sure how long it will last but hopefully I will be able to juggle this story and my Walking Dead story.

So here's chapter 9. I had most of it already written a long while back and finally finished it. I hope you guys enjoy and I'm sorry for abandoning you on this story.

Chapter 9

Carmen had walked through Bobby's door a full twenty-four hours ago and promptly passed out before Sam had ever gotten her upstairs. She hadn't so much as even stirred since. Each man had a job but they all took turns at each job.

At the moment, Sam was upstairs with Carmen both to keep an eye on her and was still trying to keep her fever down, Bobby was researching in every book that he owned looking for a treatment for Hell Hound bites, and Dean split his time between researching and bringing Sam more ice and cold water, both of which he was currently bringing upstairs.

Dean pushed open the door to Carmen's room was and seen that she was in even worse shape than she had been a few hours ago. "She looks worse than the last time I seen her. How she doin'?" Dean asked Sam as he handed his brother the fresh water and ice. "

Not good. The venom in her veins is starting to spread. Her whole leg is now black and worked it's way not only up to her hips but now down her other leg." Sam said as he dipped a fresh rag into the cold water and began to wipe off the sweat that seemed to be dripping off of Carmen like a slow trickling stream.

"Her fever won't go down either. Seems like no amount of water or ice is helping. She's just slowly getting hotter. I hope you guys find something soon, or she's gonna die. Whether from the poison or her stroking out because of her fever, I don't know yet, but my advice is to hurry or we'll be burning another body too soon." Sam said not looking up from his job.

"Yeah because it's not like we're not under enough pressure to find an answer as it is." Dean said as he walked out of the room and back downstairs. Dean walked back into Bobby's study to see him practically researching three different books at once.

"How she doin'?" Bobby asked without even looking up. Dean sat down heavily on the couch and ignored the closed book laying beside him. "Not good. She getting worse by the hour. Sam said that the poison is spreading at an amazing rate. It's starting to slowly leak out of her veins and her whole leg is now black and has worked it's way up to her hips and is now working it's way down her other leg." Dean sighed.

"Sam said if we don't find something soon, we're gonna be burning another body before too long." Dean added. Bobby looked up from his books at Dean with a curious look. "What I wanna know is how she gets a bite like that and neither one of you knuckleheads notice." Bobby said with a slight accusation.

"Surely she would have been acting a little differently with a bite that size paining her leg." Bobby added. Dean practically jumped off the couch and towards the kitchen for a beer. After popping the top, Dean took a long pull.

"How the hell are we supposed to know when she's acting differently. We've only known the woman for a handful of months and she's acting different every time we see her. Hell, the first time we met her she was barking orders at us as if she owned the joint. The second time we met her she busted down our door and started coming at us with a knife. Then she shows up at the hospital acting like the long lost daughter dad never wanted. So you tell me how the hell me and Sam were supposed to know she was acting funny." Dean said frustrated as hell.

"Well all I gotta say is that if she somehow makes it outta this alive, you and Sam better be keeping attached to her like she was your long lost sister. She helped your dad more times than he could count these last few years and she could do alot to help you two as well. And I'll sleep better at night knowing that you three are together." Bobby said going back to his books.

In the five days since Carmen had shown up at Bobby's, Carmen's condition had practically snowboarded down hill. She got worse and worse every day and Sam had little hope that anything they could do would save her at this point. She was now completely black from head to toe and her fever had stopped rising after reaching 105 degrees. How she was still alive was a mystery to him.

After her condition had been the same for over twenty-four hours they had decided that it was okay to leave her alone for a short amount of time every once in a while when they needed a break. Bobby, Sam, and Dean were all gathered downstairs in the library trying to think of any and everything they could think of that might possibly work against Hell Hound venom.

They bounced ideas off of each other and seemed to get more and more frustrated after each suggestion. "There has to be something. I mean, surely, there's been at least one other person that's been bitten by a Hell Hound." Sam said, just as frustrated as everyone else.

"Well, if there was, they didn't live to tell about it. As far as I know, every person that has ever had an encounter with a Hell Hound made a deal." Bobby said. "Well there has to be something. I mean, there's always something that can kill something else, right?" Dean asked, pacing around with his third beer of the hour.

Sam had been downstairs for at least twenty minutes and decided that he needed to get back upstairs and keep an eye out on Carmen. He left Dean and Bobby to, apparently, uselessly argue with each other about a cure. Sam opened the door to Carmen's room and stood in shock as he looked at the now rumpled, and very empty bed.

Sam was knocked out of his shock when she felt something hit him in the side, sending him to hit the floor hard enough to shock him again. When Sam looked up, it was to discover that Carmen was the thing that sent him to the floor.

Her body was still burning to the touch, sweat dripped from her now mobile and venom filled body. What had Sam the most worried, were her eyes. They were normally a pretty hazel-green color. But the eyes that were looking back at him were black.

Carmen was now straddling Sam's waist, pulled her fist back, and hit Sam square in the jaw. The hit hurt, more than it should have from a woman who had been deathly ill for the past week.

After two more hits to the face, Carmen got off of Sam, gripped his shirt with both hands, and threw him across the room. "Sam!" Sam heard Dean yell. His voice was close so he must have been upstairs.

Carmen had been half way to Sam when Dean and Bobby ran through the door, having heard the thump of Sam's body hitting the floor from downstairs. Carmen turned to confront Dean and Bobby since they had now entered the room as well.

That small distraction was all that Sam had needed to shake off his shock. Since Carmen's back was facing Sam, Sam quickly got up and ran up behind Carmen. Sam wrapped his arms around Carmen's waist, trapping her arms there.

He quickly picked her up off of the floor but then she started kicking at his with her legs and Sam fell onto the bed behind him and wrapped his much longer legs around Carmen's much shorter ones.

Carmen let loose an ungodly shriek of frustration and attempted to slam her head into Sam's face a few times. "Any time guys!" Sam yelled. A few seconds later, Bobby can in with four pairs of handcuffs. "Dean, get her feet." Bobby instructed. Dean did as he was told but had been kicked a few times for his efforts.

Bobby successfully had Carmen's feet cuffed to the iron rod that played as a footboard and threw a pair to Dean. Dean didn't need to be told her cuff her wrist. Dean and Bobby each got a hand cuffed when Bobby told Sam to let her loose and move. As soon as Sam let go, Carmen fought but Dean and Bobby quickly got her hands cuffed to the ironwork of her headboard.

Bobby, Sam, and Dean all backed away from the bed, which was shaking a little from Carmen's frustrated attempts to get loose. Bobby turned and left the room, Sam and Dean following after the older hunter, keeping the door open.

When they got downstairs Bobby had three open beers in hand. "So what the hell was that?" Dean demanded, accepting the beer handed to him. "No clue. Sam?" Bobby said.

"I'm just as clueless as you guys. When I went up there I opened the door, seen the bed was empty, and the next thing I know, Carmen speared me to the floor." Sam said, also taking his beer.

"What the hell could've caused this? I mean, the chick's been comatose for the past week. And all of a sudden she up and walking and attacking us?" Dean said. "Did anyone else notice her eyes?" Sam asked, taking a sip of his beer. "Yeah." Bobby sighed.

The three hunters were quiet for a minute, still able to hear Carmen's angry screams from upstairs, before Sam spoke up.

"What if there were others that had been bitten by a Hell Hound and the poison from the bite slowly killed them and then they ended up turning into a demon?" Sam said, looking up at the other two men.

It was in the silence after Sam's question that made all three men tense up. It wasn't so much the question that had caused the men to tense up as it was that the men suddenly felt like something was wrong. It was then that the three hunters realized that it was quiet in the house.

Carmen wasn't screaming any longer.

Carmen didn't know how long she had been surrounded by the burning pain, but it felt like it had always been there. She couldn't remember a time when she hadn't felt the awful, burning pain that seemed to be consuming her body.

She tried to remember something, anything, other than the pain. There were a few times when she could see a face briefly flash through her mind. It had only happened a few times, and the face was never the same.

She was trying to think of something else other than the pain, when slowly, the pain started to fade, and she started to feel peaceful. Carmen had been trapped in the darkness with the burning pain for so long that the white light seemed almost physically painful.

After a few minutes, Carmen could see a figure in the light. Then it spoke to her.

And the burning pain didn't come back.