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"Shit!" Sam yelled and kneeled down next to Amelia, putting pressure on the bullet hole to help stop the bleeding. "Dean get over here."
Dean let go of the struggling customer who had caused all the problems and hurried over to his brother. He was shocked to see Amelia lying on the ground, the front of her shirt saturated with blood and her face so pale it had taken on a gray color.
"We need to call an ambulance." Sam ordered.
Amelia quickly grabbed Sam's hand and shook her head. "No I can't go to a hospital, they'll know I'm not human if they run tests." She informed them in a whisper. "I should be alright, I heal fast."
Dean nodded and looked around the station. The customer and the cashier were standing near each other, watching the siblings try to help Amelia. "Ok we need to take this girl to a hospital, you two call the police and tell them about the shooter." He instructed.
"I don't think you should move her. You should wait for a paramedic." The man argued.
"I'm an EMT I can get her to a hospital safely and it'll be faster than waiting for an ambulance." Dean snapped. "Come on Sammy."
Sam picked up Amelia and followed Dean out of the gas station. As he carried her he couldn't help but marvel at how tiny and light she felt in his arms. If it wasn't for the firm grip she had on his shoulder, he could almost have imagined he wasn't carrying anything at all. He carefully set her in the backseat and climbed in with her so he could continue to keep pressure on the wound.
The tires of the Impala squealed as Dean backed out of the parking space and sped away from the gas station. He pulled back onto the highway and pushed his speed to the very limit of what he figured he could get away with without being pulled over.
"How is she?" He asked, glancing over his shoulder quickly.
"Losing a lot of blood. She's unconscious, we really need to get her somewhere so I can check out the bullet hole." Sam replied without taking his eyes off of Amelia.
Dean nodded and went even faster. Twenty minutes later he finally spied a sign for a motel and quickly took the exit. He pulled up in front of the office and hurried inside, leaving Sam and Amelia in the car.
Sam watched nervously as Dean checked them into the motel. Suddenly he felt a stir and when he looked down he noticed that her dark blue eyes had opened a little.
"Hi." She whispered groggily.
"Hi yourself. How are you doing?" He asked.
"I'll be ok." She assured him, although her voice was barely above a whisper and her color was still shockingly pale.
Dean returned then with a motel room key dangling from his fingers. "I got us a room around the back so we can carry her in without anyone noticing." He explained as he pulled the Impala out of its parking spot and drove around to the backside of the building.
Dean hopped out of the car, opened the trunk, and pulled out their rather large first aid kit which they always kept stocked. Once he had the kit he quickly opened the door to their room and held it propped open so that Sam could carry Amelia inside. He laid her down gently on the bed closest to the bathroom and pulled up her shirt.
Amelia raised her head enough so that she could look down at the bullet hole in her stomach.
"So you said you'll heal. Does that mean you'll be fine?" Dean asked as he took a seat on the other bed.
She nodded and gently touched the skin around the bullet hole. "I should be fine, but the bullet needs to come out."
Sam grimaced and furrowed his brow. They had some pain medicine in the kit, but he knew that it wasn't enough to help with the pain of removing a bullet. Dean moved to the bathroom without another word and washed his hands. Once they were clean he set about sterilizing the medical instruments they had and then disinfecting Amelia's stomach. Sam stayed with Amelia, holding her hand and whispering comforting words into her ear.
Dean returned soon and gave Amelia a sympathetic look. "This is gonna hurt, but I'll try and do it as fast as I can." He explained.
Amelia bit her lip and a single tear escaped down her cheek. She looked terrified, but she nodded bravely and took a deep breath to prepare for the pain. Sam tightened his grip on her arms, getting ready to hold her down if she began to thrash around. Dean gave her one last sympathetic glance before he began hunting for the bullet.
It took him nearly five minutes to locate and extract the bullet. He was impressed that Amelia managed to stay conscious and didn't scream or cry once while he worked. As soon as the bullet was out he cleaned the wound thoroughly, stitched the skin closed, and wound a bandage tightly around her chest and stomach.
After Dean was finished patching her up Amelia yawned loudly and fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. After a few seconds she began to snore slightly. Dean felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he watched her. He didn't want to be amused by her, but she was pretty cute when she was sleeping. Probably because that was the only time she was ever quiet and still.
Dean broke his gaze away from Amelia and looked up to see that Sam was watching him. He quickly erased the smile from his face and cleared his throat.
"I'm gonna go get some food and beer. Will you two be alright?" Dean asked.
Sam nodded and said in a whisper. "We'll be fine. Just make sure to get extra beer for her, she'll probably want it when she wakes up."
"Sammy you awake?" Dean asked when he came back into the motel room a few hours later. He hadn't meant to be gone so long, but then he'd found a bar and decided to stop for a quick drink. One quick drink had turned into four or five and many rounds of pool.
Sam was sprawled out on one bed, his feet hanging off the end because of how freakishly tall he was. He had one arm flung over his eyes and was obviously fast asleep. Amelia was sleeping on the other bed. She was lying on her side hugging a pillow with her hair flung over her face so that Dean couldn't make out any of her features.
Dean wasn't sleepy and he wondered if it would be possible for him to turn on some porn and rub one out without waking the other two.
Before he was able to even turn on the television Amelia stirred and opened her eyes. She tried to sit up, but then clutched her stomach in obvious pain and fell back to the bed. Dean put an arm around her back and helped her into a sitting position. He stacked some pillows behind her back so that she could stay sitting up without having to use her abdominal muscles.
"Hey there Gazoo how ya doing?" He asked. His voice took on a kinder tone than he'd ever used with Amelia.
"Thirsty actually." She replied.
Dean raised an eyebrow and pointed at a glass of water on the night table sitting beside her. Amelia glanced at the water and grimaced. Dean chuckled and pulled a six pack out of the paper bag he'd brought into the room. He handed her one of the cans and watched as she downed the entire beer without stopping. Once she was finished she let out a happy sigh and sat up further. Dean handed her a second beer and took the empty can from her.
"Hey I got a question. Why didn't you use your powers on that guy with the gun?" He asked, voicing the question which had been bothering him all night.
"Because he was a person. It's wrong to hurt people isn't it?" She asked innocently.
"Well generally yeah, but if a person is trying to hurt you it's alright to defend yourself." He explained.
She nodded and looked thoughtful. "I don't understand why people do bad things to each other. Aren't there enough evil things in the world hurting them? Why do they hurt each other?"
Dean popped open a beer for himself and took a long drink. "I've wondered the same thing a lot." He answered honestly.
It was suddenly clear to him just how much Amelia still had to learn about the world. The Gods might have given her plenty of knowledge about the Winchesters, but they hadn't given her crap when it came to knowing about the world.
"Why are you being so nice to me now?" She asked.
"I guess because you're hurt and because when you're holding still and not acting like a retarded monkey on crack you actually aren't that bad." He replied.
She cracked a smile and finished off her beer. Dean leaned over and rummaged in his duffel bag and pulled out one of his black t-shirts. "Here you should go get yourself cleaned up you're still all covered in blood." He instructed and pointed to her white tank top which was ripped open and mostly brown with dried blood.
"I want that shirt back by the way." He called before she disappeared into the bathroom.
Amelia slowly unwound the gauze from her stomach and was relieved to see that the bullet hole was now mostly healed. She brushed her hand over the wound and hissed at the twinge of pain which shot through her abdomen. She'd been prepared for pain, before they put her into her body they'd explained pain to her, but being told about pain and actually feeling it were two completely different things she was finding.
She stripped off the rest of her clothing and then climbed into the shower, turning the water as hot as it would go before stepping under the spray. Amelia watched in fascination as her blood slowly washed off of her body and swirled down the drain. It scared her a little, to be mortal, to know that she could die now, but it was exciting at the same time. She stayed in the shower until it grew cold and then reluctantly turned off the water and climbed out.
Once she had dried off she pulled Dean's t-shirt over her head. She couldn't resist pulling the shirt up to her face so that she could smell it. It smelled like Dean, a mixture of clean after shave and musky man odor. It was a scent that made her knees feel weak and sent a fluttering through her stomach. She shook her head and tried to banish thoughts of Dean from her mind. Her instructions were perfectly clear and it was Sam she was sent here for, not Dean.
She moved to the mirror and used her hand to wipe away the steam that had built up on the glass. She looked into the mirror expecting to see her own reflection but was instead greeted by the face of a God.
Amelia jumped in surprise and pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle the yelp that threatened to escape her lips. The face staring back at her was one which would illicit fear in anyone. A dark robe put the face into shadow, obscuring most of the features, except for the dagger like teeth which caught the light. From the darkness the eyes burned with actual fire, the flames flickering and spitting from within the sockets.
"Hades." She whispered and bowed her head as a show of respect.
"You're hurt." The God rasped, his voice cold and grating, like steel blades pulled across a chalkboard.
"Apologies Great One. There was a man with a gun, I didn't see it coming." She whispered without raising her head.
The God sneered and waved a hand away dismissively. "And what of Samuel? Is he within your grasp yet?"
"Very nearly. He'll be in love with me very soon." She replied confidently.
"Liar!" Hades suddenly shouted. One of his bony hands shot through the glass and grabbed the front of Dean's shirt, pulling Amelia close to the glass. She whimpered in fright and cringed away from the God. Part of her hoped that the brothers would hear and come to her rescue, but of course if Hades didn't want to be heard, he wouldn't be.
Amelia's legs smacked into the front of the sink as her feet kicked out, trying to find the floor, but not quite reaching.
"Do you presume to lie to me? Do you think I cannot see into your heart? You care for the other!" Hades accused.
"No I- I just…" Amelia began but grew quiet when Hades shook her savagely causing the stitches in her stomach to rip open.
"Samuel Winchester will usher in the end of days. You were chosen to be at his side, to bring about the apocalypse. Do you realize the honor that has been given to you? You will be his queen, you will sit at his side and watch as humanity crumbles around you! Would you leave it to Lucifer? Would you have that sniveling weakling bring about the end of the world? When that right should clearly be ours?" Hades shouted.
Amelia shook her head vigorously and tried not to cry.
"Your feelings for the other one, for Dean are changing you. I can smell the putrid scent of humanity reeking off of you. You will quell these feelings before they go any further. Do not make me regret my decision of choosing you." Hades warned and dropped Amelia.
Amelia fell to the floor in a heap. She watched as his hand slipped back into the glass and the God of the Underworld disappeared as if he'd never been there. Amelia allowed herself to fall forward onto the floor so that she was lying in the fetal position. She pulled her knees to her chest and attempted to stop the pounding of her heart and the violent tremors which ran through her.
Fearing that Sam or Dean would hear her sobs she forced herself to stop crying and pulled herself off of the floor. She used toilet paper to staunch the flow of blood which was seeping out of her reopened wound. Once she was cleaned up she left the bathroom and was relieved to find Sam and Dean both sleeping soundly.
She stood between the two beds watching the brothers sleep. Their chests rose and fell in the same rhythm and each brother slept with one arm draped over his eyes. She smiled at the likeness of the siblings. Her smiled was cut short when she thought of Hades and his plan which she was being forced to play a part in.
Her heart sped up and she felt that lovely tingling in her whole body as she watched Dean sleep. More than anything she longed to climb in bed beside him. To curl close to his body and breathe in the scent which she had gotten just a taste of from his shirt.
Sighing with regret she lay down on the bed beside Sam and curled close to the taller of the Winchesters. He smelled very similar to Dean and as she drifted off to sleep she pretended that it was him she was lying beside.
A/N- Sorry I told a couple people I would get this chapter up yesterday, but I went back and rewrote a lot of it today. But I think it turned out really well, so I hope you all enjoy. Reviews are awesome!!!!!