She turned on the light, and washed her hands, before returning to his side where he sat at the table.

She lifted his blood-soaked shirt from his wounds, wincing as he groaned.

"Sorry," she said.

"No, it's OK," he replied. "Just go ahead..."

"Well, it looks pretty deep. You really should go to the hospital."

"No, I need to we need to call Nick and Hank. We have to do something with these guys."

"Alright," Rosalee replied. "At least let me bandage you up so you won't bleed too much more. And you need to go lie down. I'll take care of calling them."

He nodded assent.

She hurried over to the closet, where she pulled out the first aid kit.

She opened it on the table, and pulled out gauze sponges, and a length of wrap bandage, which she opened.

"OK, this is going to hurt some," she warned him.

"Let's just get this over with," he replied, bracing himself.

She pressed the gauze into the cuts on his side, at which he winced, gasping, gripping the table.

"Sorry. Good news, that was the hard part. Now I just need to wrap it up good so it will stay in place."

"OK."

"Hold this for a second, she said," indicating the gauze that covered the injuries. She unwound a length of compression bandage wrap, and secured this around his torso. He winced again as she pulled it tight, but nodded for her to keep working.

She secured the ends with adhesive bandage tape, before shutting the case.

"I really wish you'd go ahead to the ER," she said.

"I know. But I'll be alright for a little while, yeah? Nothing major was hit?" He asked.

"Well, it doesn't look like it. You seem to be pretty stable, although it needs cleaning and you're going to need stitches."

"OK then. I'm going to wait until we decide what to do with these...whatever they are," he said, "then I'll get it taken care of. I promise." He squeezed her hand, which elicited a small smile from her.

"OK. But you should go lie down until Nick and Hank get here. I can make sure they don't cause any trouble in the meantime."

"Fair enough."

With that, Monroe moved to stand, groaning as she helped him up. They went into the bedroom, where he lay down.

"Thanks. Let me know when they get here. Or if you need any help." He said as he eased himself onto the bed.

"I'll be fine, you just rest, OK?" She replied.

"OK," he assented, as she turned to go back to the living room where they'd left the intruders.

She breathed a sigh of relief to see them still slumped against the couch, the same as they'd left them.

She reached for the phone, and dialed Nick's number, hands shaking.

It range twice before he picked up.

"Hey, Monroe, what's up?"

"Listen, we need your help—"

"Rosalee? What's going on?"

"Two men just attacked Monroe, in our front yard, with swords."

"What? Who are they?"

"I don't know, but I think they're Grimm. He's hurt, and they're knocked out right now, but breathing. Please come quickly. I don't know what else to do."

"Don't worry, we're on our way." he said before hanging up.

Rosalee sighed as she lowered the phone, glancing over her shoulder at the two men.

One was groaning, the big one with long hair, she realized.

What would she do if they woke up?

Anger stirring inside her, she retreated to sit at the base of the stairs, toward the edge of the room where they couldn't see her as well.

Some minutes passed, as she sat, silent, mind racing. Who were they? Grimm? What would they do?

She watched as the bigger of the two groaned and opened his eyes, wincing as he tried to move his arms and legs, his expression darkening as he realized what had happened.

"Oh, shit," he muttered.

He shoved the other man with his shoulder, who groaned, also struggling as he came to. "Sam?" he rasped.

"Yeah, Dean, I'm right here," the other returned.

"What the hell's going on?"

"I dunno, we were fighting that…whatever the hell he is…and…I'm guessing we lost." Sam replied.

"No shit." Dean returned. "So what the hell does he want with us?"

"Dunno. But remember, I told you we should have brought silver bullets," Sam muttered.

"Oh, you think?" Dean snapped.

"We aren't werewolves," she Rosalee burst out, standing and walking forward from where she'd been sitting watching the exchange on the stairs.