Raindrops slid down the window of the hospital room, the sky had soon started turning bright once more. Machines were beeping steadily, the girl lay in the bed sleeping. Sam was talking outside with his brother about what they would do.
"Look, Dean. We can't just leave her here. She is obviously a hunter, and we did kind of run her over so we at least owe her an apology." Sam spoke to dean in a low tone so the hospital staff would not clearly hear their conversation. Dean then replied in the same tone, "Yeah I get that. But my question is what was she even doing alone if she couldn't handle the job she had?" he asked, glancing in through the door crack. "She could've died because she couldn't handle herself." Sam looked through the crack as well, and sighed. "Ok, so not every hunter is perfect. Look at the times we have messed up, together no less." Sam pointed out. Dean couldn't find something to say back after that. This was correct. Hunting was never easy even if you have 5 hunters. "Alright fine. What do you suggest we do then?" Dean asked. "We don't even know her name yet, she passed out right as you picked her up."
Sam thought for a second before replying. "Well, once she wakes, we can find out her name and maybe help her out by teaching her a few things." he suggested. Dean shrugged and agreed. "Yeah, I guess. But we do have other matters to focus on so we aren't gonna babysit her for long." he said stubbornly. Sam chuckled. "Yeah, okay."
As the day progressed into the afternoon, Sam and Dean had been going in and out of the hospital room, waiting for the girl to finally wake up. She didn't have many serious injuries, mostly just scratch marks and bruising due to the car impact the night before. 3 of her ribs were broken, that was the most serious damage besides a mild concussion. The girl seemed to be around her young adult years, 18-25. She had good length blonde hair, and she had been wearing the torn up grey shirt, denim jeans, and some black hightops. All those items had been removed however and set aside while she had one of the standard hospital gowns on.
The sun had begun setting, and Sam had dozed off in one of the chairs while Dean was out getting coffee. The girls eyes slowly fluttered open, her vision focused soon, and she glanced around her surroundings. The memories of last night then flooded in and she sat up, met by a piercing pain in her abdomen from her broken ribs. She let our a pained stifled groan as she saw the man from last night, sleeping in one of the chairs. She remembered getting hit by the car, and then the werewolf about to attack them. Many thoughts went through her mind before she thought of what they must have been thinking. A random girl running out into the street, getting run over, and then killing a monster. And why they stayed with her was another weird thing in her mind. They didn't know her. So why?
The girl noticed her clothes set off to the side, and saw that she was in a gown. She slid her feet off the bed and dangled them on the right side, slowly placing them onto the ground. She then stood, reaching over for her clothes, toughing through the pain by moving. She eventually managed to get her clothes on, despite the broken ribs spiking pain everytime. Sam opened his eyes, finally waking up, and instantly looked at her. "Hey, you're awake." He said. The girl looked over at him and nodded. "Yeah... I am. Why are you still here? You could've just dropped me off and left. Hell, you didn't even have to take me here." She said curiously.
Sam stood up and walked over, making sure at first that she wouldn't be creeped out then sat on the side of the bed. "Well, you did kind of save up from being mauled by a werewolf. And yes, we know it was a werewolf. My brother went out to get some coffee, he will be back. We know you are a hunter, we saw the tattoo on your back that keeps demons out of your body, and your blade was silver, intended to kill werewolves. We are also hunters. But we would at least like to know your name, and possibly help teach you a few things so you won't run into many issue like last night." He suggested.
The girl took a minute to reply after thinking of what to say. "My name is Katherine Castellanos. Yes, I am a hunter. Yes, I could use skills and suggestions. So thank you. How long was I unconscious though?" She asked after agreeing to the help. "You were out for about a day. You seemed fine, but once I picked you up, you basically just passed out, but you were still breathing fine. Your vitals were stable once we got you here, but the doctors said you were mainly just suffering from exhuastion and a mild concussion which caused the unconsciousness." replied Sam. Katherine took this in and thought for a minute. Before she could say anything else, Dean had returned with some food and coffee. "I see you finally woke up." Dean said first thing after setting the items down. "So, how ya feeling?" he asked. She simply nodded. "I'm fine. I've had worse honestly." She admitted. "Names Katherine. I didn't really get to introduce myself last night, after all the... yknow." Dean nodded in response.
After discussing the night before, and what they would do. They decided to go back the the winchesters bunker to train her on a few things. Once Katherine was discharged, they all left for Lebanon, Kansas. While they were driving, low volume classic rock music was playing as Sam spoke up looking back at Katherine. "So, when we get to the bunker we have a... friend there. His name is Jack. He isn't human, but he's not bad. So you won't have to worry about that. I'm sure you guys can talk and get along." Dean scoffed. "Yet, Sammy. We still don't know. But we can talk later." Katherine seemed confused at the conversation but just nodded as they drove.
**2 hours later**
Dean parked the impala in the bunkers garage. They all got out, closing the doors behind them, making their way up to the door that led into the main room of the bunker, the library. Katherine walked in first, looking around. "Damn, nice place." she said with a grin while taking a seat at the table. "This is where you guys live?" Sam replied, "yes, we do. It is a men of letters bunker, we are legacies from our father and his father and so on." Sam took a seat next to her, and Dean went to the kitchen, getting himself a beer before heading off to his room after making sure all was good. Sam and Katherine chatted for a while and got her a room set up for the time being.
