"Alright, lady," Dean said, grabbing and walking her over to the bed, "Let's see if we can get you patched up."
Sam ran, gathering the needed supplies.
Dean laid the woman down on the bed. "Look," He said, "I'm gonna have to take your shirt off to get a look at the damage, okay?"
"Sure," The woman groaned, obviously in pain.
Dean gently pulled the woman's green sweater off of her. As he removed her black tank top he asked, "You got a name?"
"Red," The woman answered.
"Seriously?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Red replied, a curl of the startlingly brilliant red hair that gave her her name falling into her face, "What about you?"
"I'm Dean," He answered, "Good news, Red, from the looks of it you'll just gonna need a couple of stitches. All we need to do is put pressure on the bleeding until Sam gets back." There were long, ugly claw marks on either side of her torso, but Dean was firmly pressed on both sides. Within seconds Sam came back, laying the supplies on the table. Red started to look a little freaked out.
"Don't worry," Dean said, picking up the bottle of whiskey, "We know what we're doing. You're ah, gonna want this, though."
Red took the bottle from Dean and gulped, and didn't stop gulping.
"Ah, I'm gonna need a bit of it too," Dean said.
"For what?" Red asked, "You're not the one about to be sewed up on a motel bed with this for the only andesitic."
"Ah, no, but I will need it to sterilize the wound." Dean replied.
Red handed Dean the bottle. She cringed as he sterilized the wound, and when he handed the bottle back to her started sucking on it like a hungry baby with a bottle of warm milk, as Dean began his work.
When he was done, and Red began to slip on her tank, Dean asked, "So, ah, Red ,what are doing out here?"
"I'm the night manager," Red explained," I saw you two run outside, then get attack by that, that...whatever that burning thing was was, then I could tell something was going on in here, so I when the fire thing was gone I grabbed by knife and came in.
"And you usually carry around a giant knife with you?" Sam asked, holding up the bloody knife, which, admittedly was large enough that it would have made Michael Myers green with envy.
"You might not know this, but people have been dropping like flies around here nobody knows why," Red said, "I'm just making sure I'm not next." She looked down at the monster's corpses then added, "Thought I'm not sure how much good it'll do me now."
"I'm surprised it did you any good this time," Dean commented, "Regular knives don't usually work on things like this."
Sam examined the knife. "Well, actually, it might," He Sam, "I think this might be iron."
"Where'd you get that?" Dean asked, confused, as for all appearances this woman was just a civilian with a possible death wish, not that he still wasn't grateful for the rescue.
"I've actually had it for a couple years, " Red explained, "I bought a whole set at a consignment shop after I moved here, and wait a second, why am I explaining myself to you? Why is it so important that it's iron? And how do you know it's important that's iron, and what's with the MacGyver surgery, and why are monsters making coordinated attacks on you guys?"
Sam and Dean looked at each other. They had to admit, Red had asked some pretty good questions, especially the last one ,which they were still trying to figure out themselves. That attack had obviously been planed, but how the monsters even known they were there?
"We sorta...specialize in stuff like this," Dean explained, "Iron can be very effective against...certain things when other metals won't be. As for the surgery, well, when you specialize in monsters, you tend to get hurt and you can't exactly go to ER."
"Oh," Red said, "Well, that explains...just about everything. So, what are those things?"
Sam and Dean looked at each other.
"Well, come on, guys," Red urged, "Look, if you think I'll get in your way, I promise, I won't interfere again, I mean, I'm clearly out of my dept, but...look, please, I'm tired of living like this, can you please just tell me?" There was a pleading look in her aquamarine eyes.
Sam and Dean looked at each other. This woman was clearly living in fear, and on the brink, but their answer would not make things better. At last Sam said, "I'll be honest with you, Red," Sam said, "We don't know. We've never seen anything like," He looked over at the bodies on the floor, "Well, that."
"Or the giant sun thing," Dean joined in, "And we haven't actually seen the mirror things yet, but from the description the only survivor gave, we've never heard of anything like it either."
"So you're telling me we're all basically screwed," Red said.
"No," Sam said quickly, "Because we are going to figure it out, and then we are going to kill these things."
"But, that whole, not interfering again thing," Dean said, "That would be awesome, because, like you said, you're out of dept. But if you see anything else or get into any more trouble," Dean reached over to the motel stationary, scrambled for a pin, and wrote something down on it, then handed it to Red, "Here's my number, okay?"
Red took the paper. "Thank you," She said.
"Now," Dean said, "You probably need to be getting back to work or something."
"You sure you guys don't need help cleaning this up?" Red asked, looking at the scene around the room.
"We can handle it," Dean assured her, "Just leave it to the professionals, all right?"
"Sure," Red said, getting up, "Good luck."
And with that, she walked out the door and back her job, as if nothing had happened.
"So," Dean said later, carrying one end of a wrapped-up corpse of one of the blind monsters, "What are we going to do about this?"
"We could try to figure out where these guys come from," Sam suggested, "Maybe if they left tracks or something."
"Do you really think there's a trail left?" Dean replied.
"No, " Sam admitted, as they chucked the body into the grave.
"Maybe we shouldn't burn these, just yet," Dean said.
Sam looked at Dean like he had lost his mind.
"I mean, you know, to examine it," Dean elaborated.
"Dean, we did that back at the motel," Sam said, "We found some weak spots but nothing that could tell us what they are."
"Well, what are we suppose to do, then?" Dean demanded, pouring gasoline over the bodies, "Just wait for them to take another crack at us?"
At that Sam got a stricken look on his face as an idea formed in his head.
"What?" Dean said, "Sam, what are you thinking?"
"I think I know what we have to do now," Sam said.
"Can you please tell me what we need to do next?" Dean asked.
"We need to bring the monsters to us." Sam declared.