Kicking in the door Dean carried the injured kid into the cabin. JJ watched in shock as he carried the boy, twelve year old Erick the first missing person, and laid him on the couch.
"Get me some water!" Dean shouted to his brother, who quickly tossed him the bottle that was in front of JJ. The boy gulped down the water, obviously dehydrated. JJ watched as Dean pressed a cloth to the boys shoulder, trying to stop the bleeding.
JJ couldn't see the boys face, his cloths and skin all covered in dirt and dried blood. The gray hoodie was torn; the right sleeve had been ripped from the seams revealing a pale arm with more dirt and scratches almost as if something had clawed at him.
"What happened to him?" JJ asked as she stretched from her position on the bed, the metal handcuff digging into her skin as she desperately tried to see the boy.
"We need to get him to the hospital." Sam said ignoring JJ's question as he looked out of the window where the other missing teenager slept. She was not badly injured but still in need of a doctor.
"Help me wrap his wound, if we don't stop the bleeding he won't make it to the hospital." Dean ordered. With little more than a needle, thread and a cloth bandage the brothers quickly, a precisely, patched up the boy. It was no surprise that they excelled in stitching wounds seeing as how often the two were injured and unable to visit a hospital themselves.
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When they finished Sam unlocked JJ from the railing of the bed and lead her out the door, Dean caring the boy.
"What's going on?" JJ asked as she was put in the back seat of the impala, next to the sleeping girl. This would have been her chance to run, to fight the Winchesters and flee while they were distracted. But the genuine concern in their faces made her believe that they were truly trying to help these two kids.
She remembered Dean's story, this is what he lived for, to protect those he saw as innocent from the monsters of the world. He wasn't going to hurt them, or her. The new profile she had been working on told her that he wasn't going to kill them, he was going to take them to the hospital where they could get help. Trusting that profile JJ wrapped her arm around Angela as the abducted girl groaned in pain.
Ignoring JJ Dean turned to the boy in Sam's arms, JJ hadn't even realized Dean had passed the boy to his brother until the Impala's engine started. "Is he okay?" Dean asked sounding truly concerned for the boy's safety.
"He's lost a lot of blood and got a bad bump to the head."
"What about her?" Dean asked looking back at JJ.
"She needs a doctor, quickly." JJ answered.
With his brothers and JJ's words in mind Dean sped through the narrow roads of the forest, the black impala skidding across the dirt in a dramatic fashion before turning onto the main road, where it was able to go even faster now that the road was not obstructed.
JJ kept her an arm around the sleeping girl, Angela Brown, the second to disappear in the forest. The girl was obviously in some state of shock, mumbling something in her sleep about a monster. Sam had wrapped his jacket around her, but it did little to comfort her.
When the lights of the town came into view JJ didn't know what to expect. She didn't know how the Winchesters would handle the situation, but just Dean pulled into the hospital stopping in front of the front entrance without a word. Once again JJ was reminded of the profile that she had been working on since her capture; the Winchester's would put others ahead of themselves in any situation, providing they did not see an individual as a monster.
Sam opened the door and took Erick, shouting for a doctor. As she was about to open the door Dean pulled his gun, a colt revolver, she stared at him not in shock or fear but only curiosity. She could not bring herself to see him as a deranged serial killer after being with him for so long and watched him strive to save a young boy and girl's life. Now that gun pointed at her look as out of place as it would in the hands of a child.
"You scream or say anything to anyone, I will shoot." Dean stated, an empty threat but the doctors were coming for Angela and he needed JJ to stay quite.
Looking at him JJ nodded, knowing he would not shoot her but decided to remain quite anyway. She would let the Winchesters go, because whatever these boys did resulted in saving two teenagers lives- something in her gut told her the right decision was to let them go.
"Alright, get out." Dean ordered put the revolver back in his jacket as the doctor opened the impala door. They rushed Angela inside, asking JJ if she was alright. In all the confusion Sam returned to the car and gave JJ a last look before getting into the passenger's door.
That's how JJ ended up standing in the hospital parking lot, crowded by a group of doctors, watching as the Kansans license plate disappeared into the distance.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Morgan asked as the doctor shown a light in JJ's eye checking her for any trauma.
"Yes, I'm sure. They never hurt me." JJ answered, not sure how to explain her interaction with the Winchesters.
"JJ, you were with them for days." Reid stated hesitantly, as if afraid that by mentioning this would cause her to have a break down. "Their profile would not allow them to not show some form of dominance."
"I'm telling you, they didn't do anything. There was no threatening or violence, the only torture was being forced to watch early morning television." She said in a half joking voice. "They didn't match their profile at all."
"Then we'll have to re-evaluate the profile." Hotch said "We're glad you're okay." He added, more than pleased that they found her alive- unharmed.
"Yeah, if you don't mind I'd like a moment alone." She asked causing the team to nod and leave the room, followed by the doctor who had finished her observation.
Looking out the window JJ watched the lights of distance cars on the road by the hospital. The sun had set but people were still going about their usual routine. It was all perfectly normal, or appeared to be. Yet, there was one thing she knew for sure, something was happening- she didn't know what, but the Winchester's did. They might just be two crazy brothers on some mental break but something in her gut told her otherwise.
Tearing her eyes away from the window JJ looked at the paper that had been stuffed into her jeans pocket. On the crumpled piece of paper the phrase we're sorry was written in messy handwriting.
"Sam and Dean Winchester," JJ stated gripping the paper "One day you're going to explain what happened here today."
And done! That's my first story here on FanFiction.
Sorry if you felt that it was short, or just really bad, but this had been sitting on my computer for ever now and I really just wanted to get something posted here. Hopefully my next story will be better.