So this chapter is a bit longer I guess... It just sorta took on a life on its own, I really enjoyed writing it though.
As per usual the boys own me more than i own them and I really appreciate reviews/ideas/thoughts/hello's.
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Dean woke up to soft hands touching him and someone speaking to him in a gentle voice, sensing no threat in his groggy state his reaction was to first lean in to the touch.
"Hey, you asleep?" He tried to force his eyes to open, swallowed down the dryness in his throat to respond whilst he also tried to focus on her.
"Well I was asleep, someone just woke me up." Mia let her hand linger tussled in his hair a little longer, enjoying the feel of him leaning in to her touch, it kind of reminded her of a cuddly puppy.
"Sam told me to force-feed you some food. He's having dinner with my sister and some other people out in the dining-area, said he got tired of your snoring." She reluctantly removed her hand from Deans hair and reached down to grab the container with soup out of the bag.
She watched as he slowly moved in to a sitting position and then pushed his legs over the edge of the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Nature calls." He smiled a little to try to mask the pain and effort it took to just sit up.
"Oh... Do you need a hand to get up?" He considered her for a moment, not really that used to accepting anyone's help but she seemed so earnest in her offer that he couldn't say no.
"Sure."
Dean pushed up using his right leg as much as he could, the left one already aching, he let her help by pulling a bit on his arm and steadying him, but the difference in size made it almost impossible for her to move him. It was a bit wobbly but finally he was standing up, towering over her.
"Woah..." He looked down at her with question and watched her arch an eyebrow before she tilted her head back to look at him.
"You're really tall." The head-movement made it so that he could feel her warm breath brushing over his neck and chin, sending little tingles down his spine, making for an odd combination of pain and pleasure shooting through his body.
"Come on, let's get you moving, I'm not so sure I could lift you and carry you back to bed if you would collapse."
He let her put his arm around her shoulder although he didn't lean any of his weight on her, feeling that he would crush her if he did. They wobbled over to the bathroom and she opened the door and untangled herself from him. Dean stepped in on unsteady legs and leaned against the sink, shaking his head slightly to stop it from spinning.
Whilst he was in the bathroom Mia busied herself with putting some water on to make a cup of tea and also quickly changed his sheets, frowning at the bloodstains that she was going to have to deal with later. She opened the curtains slightly and a window to let in some fresh air, she also put some more eucalyptus oil on to help with his cold.
Dean felt a bit better after brushing his teeth and washing his face with some cold water. He was shakey and fevery still, but he could feel how it was getting better, he just wished it would hurry up already. He staggered out of the bathroom and she was quickly by his side, guiding him back to bed.
"Your back looks a lot better." she commented as he was sitting down pulling the duvet over his legs. He accepted the soup she handed him and watched her as she made her way out to the kitchen and came back with two cups.
"I hope you don't mind, I made you a cup as well, I just haven't had any tea today and it tends to make me a bit grumpy." She smiled as she put one of the cups on the nightstand and sank down on the floor placing her own cup in her lap.
"How's the soup?" Dean nodded in approval, he really did like the feel of it sliding down his throat, it helpt ease the soreness and the warmth of the food also made his body heat up from the inside. He sighed with content and notice the smell of clean laundry.
"Did you change my sheets?" She nodded.
"They smelt a bit bad, and they were bloody." It was Dean's turn to raise his eyebrows this time. He cleared his throat before he spoke.
"So how come you're helping us out so much? What's your deal?"
"Well... it's kinda a long story..." Dean carefully leaned back and put the empty soup container on the nightstand, grabbing the tea and taking a sip.
"I've got plenty of time."
"It's a bit complicated."
"I'm smarter than I look."
"Ok, then," She sighed and hugged her cup of tea close to her chest. "I've never known my father, he left when I was just a kid. My mom was... different. She was always talking about nature and how everything is connected and how much good there was in the world. She spoke a lot about how you could draw energy from trees and the earth. I guess she taught me a fair bit about it you know, but I was never really that into it, or I never had to be, it just came to me anyways. I do believe people are good. " She smiled at Dean's disagreeing huff.
"Some might be misguided... very misguided. But I can feel it you know, the good energy surrounding me.
Anyways, my mother died a couple of years ago, really unexpected, left me with absolutely nothing except for this place. It's just that... if no one would have helped me out back then, with getting back up on my feet, with running this place, I never would have made it. And then with Bryan... with what happened with Bryan and that man saving me. He had absolutely no reason to save me, you know. There was nothing in it for him but he still did. He was a good man, even though he is the one person I remember having the darkest energy I've ever felt. That's why I freaked a bit when you said who you were, there seems to be darkness following hunters." She shrugged.
"You asked me why I help so much.. for one, I have the time... I mean I'd rather help out than get that extra hour of sleep, or watch something stupid on TV. And even more so now, knowing who you are. You have helped so many people, of course you deserve somewhere to rest, even if just for a little while."
"How can you think like that? With what happened to you?"
"You mean that thing that attacked us?"
"The wendigo."
"Well I don't know. I know it scares me, but that doesn't necessarily mean that it's evil. I mean... spiders scares me as well... but it's not their fault, you know. Same with Bryan. He still scares me, or the thought of him or whatever it is. But it's not his fault. He was not a bad person... he just... got lost."
She finished her tea and put the cup on the nightstand and stood up.
"It must be hard, to believe that everything is good, and then have bad things happen to you."
She shrugged as she grabbed the empty container and both their cups.
"I'd much rather have my peace being disturbed once in a while, than constantly believe that evil is surrounding me, getting suspicious when I stumble upon good." With that she walked in to the kitchen to do the dishes and put on another round of hot water, leaving Dean to consider her words.
When she got back in to him again, handing him another cup of tea he moved his legs slightly.
"You don't have to sit on the floor you know, I wont bite."
"You promise you wont bite?" She smiled as she sat down by his feet, folding her legs, leaning the cup against them.
"I promise."
"Even if I ask you how you are? How's the fever? The back? The leg? The chest?" She looked at him innocently, having figured out how much it bothered him with people asking about his health. The eye-roll she got in response made her giggle.
Dean was a bit surprised at how much he enjoyed having her around, he almost wished she wouldn't leave even though he was getting more and more tired again.
"Really though, are you feeling ok?" His leg was achey and itchy and his back hurt, but other than that he was feeling pretty decent. He took another sip of the tea that she had handed him and for the first time noticed a slightly familiar after-taste. It reminded him of Bobby and being sick when he was a kid.
"What's in this?"
"Just some herbs and stuff, it helps with pain."
"So you've been drugging me?"
"I wouldn't put it quite like that." It was Sam that answered as he walked in the door.
"She checked with me first, it's nothing in it that you haven't had before."
Dean huffed something about them ganging up on him and took another sip, trying to figure out what it was.
Sam was happy to see his brother sitting up and he noticed that he gotten some of the color back on his cheeks, which probably had a lot to do with eating and drinking. He had agreed to let Mia put herbs in Dean's food and drinks to make him sleepy and to help him recover his strength, but he only just realized how he'd missed actually talking to his brother and how worried he had been. Seeing Dean with more color and energy was such a relief that Sam could feel himself relax.
He held up two of the movies that he'd gotten from Mia's sister.
"Oh! That one! That one!" Dean excitedly pointed at the movie in Sam's left hand.
"Really, dude? You've seen this about a gazillion times."
"Hey... you can never get enough of Chuck Norris!"
Sam shrugged and went up to the TV to sort out the old DVD-player as Dean scooted a bit to the side.
"Wanna watch the movie with us, sweetheart?" Mia checked the time and moved so that she was sat next to Dean, instead of opposite of him.
"I guess the dishes can wait for another hour."
Dean didn't know what he enjoyed the most, one of his favorite movies playing and his brother safe and sound in the bed not far away from him, or the girl next to him with her hand covering her face, peeking through her fingers at the movie he didn't even find scary when he was 10 years old. He leaned his head back and scooted down a bit, getting comfortable, letting out a small laugh as she jumped at something at the screen again and curled her legs up against her chest.
"It's not real, you know." Sam looked over at them and laughed at Dean's comment.
"It looks real enough to me." She said in a small voice, slowly lowering the hand covering her eyes. Dean places his hand on her thigh and guided it down to a more relaxed pose, leaving it there in a reassuring gesture.
"We wont let the evil fictional villain get you, I promise." She carefully and playfully nudged his shoulder.
After a little while with his hand on her thigh though she had to admit that it did make the movie a little less scary and it did make her feel a bit more secure...amongst other things.