Chapter Two

Dean stood in the hallway, in shock, at the girls comment. For some reason it had rubbed him the wrong way. How did she know about exorcism? Who was she to the demons? He was going to have a conversation with Crowley, once he found him. He looked around and the hallway was still empty. Stepping over her, he walked into her room for a moment and looked around. There were symbols carved into her bag, almost like a tracking symbol. He'd look them up later, taking a picture of them with his cell phone, he continued to look around. Nothing of consequence was found, so he backed away and back to her.

Looking at her carefully, he noticed that she wasn't as young as he originally thought. Her hair was more blonde than light brown too. He picked her up from under the arms and dragged her into the room, shutting the door behind him. Getting some water out of the bathroom sink he poured it on her head. She suddenly came to and immediately looked at him – daggers in her eyes. "What the hell are you?" she grunted through her teeth. She tried moving and grabbed her ribs. She must've broken a rib when those demons were beating her up. She would heal quickly, but her power had been drained in the last few days and she needed time to recuperate.

"What do you mean, what the hell am I?" Dean shot back. "Who the hell are you?"

The young woman sat up against the wall and grunted in pain. She licked some blood off her lip as she answered, "Like I'm going to tell you who I am, when I don't even know who you are."

Dean was tired of this back and forth. "Well you're coming with me then," he stated flatly. He headed toward her to get her up.

"Like hell I am," she screamed. "Get away from me!" She slapped his hand away and began crawling along the floor.

"Don't be an idiot," Dean scolded. He reached for her again and she spun around and kicked his legs from under him. He immediately fell to the ground. "Arghhh!"

"Get away from me demon!" she screamed again. All the exhilaration got to her and she immediately passed out again. She slumped against the floor.

Demon? She thought he was a demon? After exorcising those other two? Who was this chick? Dean got up and reached down to grab her. He hoisted her up over his shoulder and headed out of the room. Before stepping out into the hallway he took a peek to make sure no one was around. Other than a nurse on rounds, it was quiet. He dropped the unconscious girl into a chair in Sam's room and then went back to hide the bodies of the two demons he had dealt with. They'd be back soon, he needed to hurry.

Dean grabbed a couple of supplies out of a small stock cabinet at the end of the hall, along with several bottles of water. He dropped them into a makeshift bag and headed back to Sam's room. He entered his brother's room and saw the girl still slumped in the chair. She was pretty bruised up and bloody. He would try and call Castiel again soon, and get her all healed up. She didn't seem too bad off for medical attention. He'd work it out somehow. He checked the warding symbols and hex bags, that he'd put in Sam's room, and then grabbed the girl. As he was leaving the hospital he had slipped her into a wheel chair to look less conspicuous.

Within minutes he made it to his car and loaded her into the front passenger seat. He threw the bag of supplies into the back seat and got in. Dean was going to go to a cabin Bobby had owned that was only around hundred miles from the facility. He could stay there for a couple of days until things were sorted out.

Dean heard the young woman moaning from the seat next to him, so he pulled over. He grabbed a bottle of water from the back and gave it to her. "Here, drink this. You'll need it."

She looked at him angrily, but took the water and drank the whole bottle within seconds. "Where are you taking me? Who are you?"

"We're not going to play that game again, are we?"

"Better now than later, trust me," she snapped back.

Dean started back on the road and looked at her. What did he have to lose, not like she was going anywhere… He grabbed his flask of holy water and sprayed it on her. She gawked at him. "Uh.." Dean muttered.

"I'm not a demon or a vampire!" she all but shouted.

"How do you know so much about all of this…" Dean started.

"We will get there pretty boy. First, who are you?" she interrupted him.

"My name is Dean Winchester. I'm a hunter," he answered her finally. He held out his hand to shake hers, but she didn't reciprocate. He looked at her surprised face. He wasn't usually so free with his identity, but he felt he could trust her.

"You're kidding me, right?" she asked, still in shock.

"No. My brother Sam was at that hospital you were at." Dean continued to watch the road, but gave a sideways glance at her a few times.

"I've heard of the Winchesters. Big news in the 'underworld'," she laughed.

She has a nice smile. "Who are you?" he asked. He looked at her and then back on the road. They were almost to the cabin.

"First, you're not going to kill me or hurt me?" she asked cautiously.

"You're not a demon, so not so far, no."

Good enough. She looked at him as they made a turn onto a dirt road. "My name is Buffy Summers." She swallowed hard and watched the road ahead of them.

"The Slayer?" Dean choked. He had heard rumors a few years back about girls that had powers to fight vampires and demons. Now he realized it was true!

"You've heard of me?" Buffy asked sarcastically. Everyone in this business knew who the slayer was. Everyone knew who Buffy was.

"Well, yes." Dean nodded. "You do some impressive work."

Buffy looked at him through side-eyes. I do impressive work? She yawned and sat up in her seat again, as she kept sliding down because of the way he was driving. "I do great work. I've stopped many apocalypses and hell-mouths opening," she bragged.

Dean looked at her and immediately thought this was a 'mine is bigger than yours' conversation and he was ready to play. "Well, Sam and I…"

"You and Sam seem to get yourselves into more trouble first and then come out of it later," Buffy interrupted him. She looked at his shocked look and smirked. "I've had to clean up a thing or two after you thought you were done."

Her cocky attitude annoyed Dean, but he knew she was right. They had several incidences where they needed clean up afterward. Some they knew about and some they did not. I wonder what she did? Well, it didn't matter. He pulled the car down another dirt road, which was the long driveway to the old cabin that had belonged to Bobby. Buffy watched as they headed into a denser wooded area. "We're almost there."

"Why are you taking me here?" Buffy finally asked.

Dean looked over at her with that winning grin of his, "To find out what the demons want with you honey."

The morning shift at the facility came in and noticed that the patient, Jane Doe, which they had noticed was missing and there was a mess in the room. They contacted the police about it. During that time a nurse had been doing her rounds and went to check on the comatose patient they had just admitted the day before. She grabbed his clip board from the end of the bed. "Mr. Jonathan Boyd, well let us see how you are doing," she said to herself.

She looked over Sam and noticed there was no change in his appearance and or vitals. The elderly lady set the clipboard back down and left the room. She never even noticed the symbols that were drawn throughout the room, so Dean had done a good job hiding them, because two demons – dressed as policemen – walked right by.