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Dean woke up to a small knock on the door, he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes and rasped out a small "Sammy...?"

"Yup, on my way." Dean watched through gritty eyes as Sam got up from the kitchen table and opened the door to let Mia in. She was carrying a huge tray filled up with stuff and put it down on the table.

Whilst she cheerfully greeted Sam with a kiss on the cheek Dean slowly tried to sit up, little moans of discomfort escaping him as his body protested and his back sent icy sparks of pain down his spine, he squeezed his eyes shut to try to manage the pain better. When he opened them again he noticed Mia staring at him, or rather staring at his bare scratched up and bruised chest. He cursed Sam under his breath for taking his clothes off and pulled the blankets up even though he already knew it was too late.
She took a couple of steps back, fear all over her face, only to trip over one of the duffel bags, making it open and revealing shotguns and knives. Sam caught her mid-air and steadied her but she quickly stepped away from him and towards the door.

"Mia.. it's not... " Sam desperately tried to think of any good reason why his brother would be torn to bits and why they would have bags of weapons just lying around.
"You're not... who are you guys?" She nervously scanned the room again paying a little more interest to detail this time, noticing books and trinkets, weird memories from her childhood seeping through her mind.

"Are you... you're not..." She closed her eyes to try to gather herself up. When she opened them again both Sam and Dean were looking at her. She pushed her senses to the limit for the first time in a long time, but nothing evil lingered in the air, it all seemed to be filled with love and trust. Then there could only be one explanation, one she really didn't like too much. She locked eyes with Dean.

"Hunters?" He looked a bit puzzled first but then he slowly nodded.
"oh... well that changes things." Sam's jaw dropped.
"How the hell do you know about hunters?" He could see pain flickering in her eyes before she answered.
"Well my mother... oh and then a couple of years ago... there was this... and he... well lets just say that neither my mother or my last boyfriend were who people thought they were..."
"Where are they now?"
"My mother is dead... or at least I think she is. Bryan too... Well... one of you guys supposedly took care of him a long time ago."
"Supposedly?" She shrugged.
"I just... I see him sometimes... or sense him rather... in the forest. Or I think I do at least. It might just be memories playing up, that's where it all happened. He was killed protecting me from... well I don't know what it was... And then... well I guess he wanted me to feel what he had felt when he died. I used to go in to the forest and just talk to him, you know. I didn't think he could actually hear me, and then one day he was just there. But he was different... he was angry. He said we should be together and he... well he said each of the scratches that he gave me symbolized the years we would have together and that's when this man showed up out of nowhere and shot him and he just disappeared. Said he was a hunter and carried me back here. He visited me at the hospital and told me that it was over, that Bryan couldn't come back anymore."

The room was quiet for a couple of seconds before Sam spoke up.

"The thing that killed your boyfriend... was it really tall? Kinda skinny, you know? Almost looked like a man but not? Grey-ish skin."
"How did you know that?"
"Because that's what banged us up. Don't you think?" Sam turned to Dean.
"Probably, yea."
"But I don't understand, if a hunter was here already taking care of... well her problem, surely he should've handled the wendigo as well?" Dean shrugged and then immediately hissed in pain.

Once again Sam watched Mia go from scared little girl to determined woman in the couple of seconds it took her to walk up to Dean. She palmed his forehead and pulled his blanked down to reveal his chest.
"Hey!"
"How long since you took your meds?" He was just about to shrug again but changed his mind last minute.
"I dunno, when did you last force them down my throat?" She ignored his smart-ass comment and started to gather things up and put them on the bedside table and then looked over to Sam.

"You know... People always said it was a bear attack that happened to Bryan, maybe that's why that other guy didn't kill what ever it was you said it was." Sam slowly nodded, it made sense.
He sat down at the table and watched her as she fed Dean pills and cough-syrup. His head was still a bit blurry, he'd gotten a proper night's sleep last night but it was still a bit hard to gather thoughts properly.

Mia was freaking out. She was oddly happy that Dean's moan of pain had reminded her of what she had come here to do. She knew that they probably couldn't tell but her head was spinning and she had to really focus to keep her hands from shaking as she started to work on changing Dean's bandages. It was easier to keep the panic at bay if she directed all her energy on the task at hand rather than keep talking about what had happened. She tried to push everything out of her mind but having two people close to her, the two people that had killed what had chased her all those years ago, somehow made it more real. Her vision started to close up, blacked out the edges and she could hear her own heart beating hard.
She jumped when she felt Dean's hand on top of her own, green eyes finding her blue.

"It's ok. You're safe." He smiled a little.
She took comfort in those words and in his eyes and tried to slowly let go of the breath she'd been holding. The weight of his hand on hers made her feel better and his eyes, well they made her feel all sorts of things. She could feel herself stop shivering and continued doing what she was doing, although this time when she put her hands back on his chest her heart sped up a little and she had to turn her head slightly to cover a blush. For a hurt sick man, he truly was very attractive.