“Dean! Take her outside to the Impala get in the back seat and stay there with her!” a much younger John Winchester shouted before firing a round from his shotgun. A fifteen year old Dean grabs the hand of an 11 or 12 year old girl and drags her out of her house crying for her daddy. He pushes her into the Impala and gets in next to her “Everything is going to be ok.” Dean whispers looking into the girls too big chocolate eyes, putting a finger to his lips. She nods rubbing her hands over her arms to calm herself, and Dean wraps an arm around her shoulder for comfort, even he had not seen a monster like the one that had killed her parents.
Dean started awake with a slight gasp, quietly looking around the motel room. Sam was sitting at the kitchenette table his eyes squinting in the dim light of his laptop, and the girl was laying on Sam’s bed shirt off, bandage around her midsection. He got up from his bed, walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer, taking a big swig. He had been dreaming about a hunt his father and he had gone on years ago, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the girl with the too big chocolate eyes and the waist length strawberry blonde curls. He was noticed Sammy staring at him, staring at the girl on the other bed.
“What?!” Dean said shrugging.
“Oh come on, Dean. Hot blonde in need of rescue and you swear that you have seen her before. That is like your pick up line that never works.” Sam said kind of sarcastically.
“Yeah, yeah. When should we try to wake her up?” Dean asks, brushing off Sam’s remark.
“What?!” Dean said shrugging. Sam had caught his brother staring at the injured girl they had brought back with them and patched up, for God knows what reason. It was probably safer if she had stayed at the house for when the cops had arrived but now said cops were going to have even more questions. But Dean had insisted that they bring her so they could ask those questions first. Sam had washed her wound and sewed it up the best he was able she was going to have a scar but there wasn’t anything that he could do about that.
“Oh come on, Dean. Hot blonde in need of rescue and you swear that you have seen her before. That is like your pick up line that never works.” Sam said kind of sarcastically. He wasn’t sure why Dean seemed to think he knew her, but it had started nagging at Sam when he was cleaning her wound that he might know her too. Maybe they had seen her on another job, she definitely didn’t look like a hunter.
“Yeah, yeah. When should we try to wake her up?” Dean asks, brushing off Sam’s remark. No sooner had Sam opened his mouth to speak did the girl stir. She attempted to turn on her side and let out a howl of pain that sent her shooting straight upright, and both Sam and his brother moving over to her. “Take it easy, sweetheart.” Dean said putting a hand on her shoulder to try and lay her back down.
“Where am I? Wh-What happened? She asked, wincing in pain. Sam looked down at her side where her gauze were cover her stiches and he saw they were darkening with fresh blood, she must have pull a stich when she jerked up.
“Dean.” Sam said nodding his head to her side. He got up and went to get the sewing kit that he had left on the dining room table.
“Slow down. Why don’t you start with your name?” Dean said trying to get information from her from the get go.
“My name is…. Name is… I… I don’t remember. Why don’t I remember my name?” She looked from Dean then over at Sam. “I know who you are…” She said quietly.
“Really. I doubt that.” Sam said, He had stopped walking when she said that.
“You’re Sam, I’m sorry but I don’t know your name, just that you look really familiar.” She finished looking at dean with a raised chin.
“Now how did you know that?” Dean asked, looking from her to Sam, motioning for him to continue walking.
“I knew Jess.” Sam nearly tripped on his own feet.
“Take it easy, sweetheart.” The shorter man said putting a hand on your shoulder to try and lay you back down.
“Where am I? Wh-What happened? You ask wincing, you wanted to scream from the burning in your side.
“Dean.” Sam said nodding his head to her side. He got up and went to get something from the dining room table
“Slow down. Why do you start with your name?” Dean said trying to get information from her from the get go.”
“My name is…. Name is… I… I don’t remember.” Your head was all fuzzy and you were having trouble thinking straight. “Why don’t I remember my name? I know who you are…” you say quietly.
“Really. I doubt that.” Sam said, He had stopped walking when you said that though, which meant that you had put him on the defensive. He really didn’t remember you, figures, Jess was always way better looking than you.
“You’re Sam, I’m sorry but I don’t know your name just that you look really familiar.” you finished looking at the man behind you.
“Now how did you know that?” he asked, looking from her to Sam, motioning for him to continue walking.
“I knew Jess.” Sam stumbled but caught himself quickly, looking at the floor for a moment.
“Wait you went to Stanford?” the other man said, disbelieving.
“No, but Jess and I were grade school friends we kept in contact until she died. She sent me picture, you two always looked so happy, and then there was the fire.” Your voice trailed off, not wanting to remember.
“Wait, your Y/n?” Sam asked in almost shock. “Jess said you lived in New York. What are you doing here?”
“I don’t….” you trailed off again as you absently rubbed the silver ring on your finger with your thumb, and realized what it was. “Where’s Jack?” You asked your pitch rising as images of Jack in a pool of blood and you holding him crashed into you, and you started sobbing again. Which was a bad idea as you remembered the pain in your side.
“I’m gonna run and to the store, get some food, antiseptic, stuff like that.” Sam said as he stared to walk towards the door.
“The closest store that is gonna have hard core medicines like that is two towns away. That will take you at least four or five hours to get there and back. You sure you want to go alone?” Dean asks looking at Sam.
“Yea, I’ll be fine.” Sam said “Good luck with her.” He nodded at the bathroom door, Y/n had gone in there and been in the shower for over an hour. Normally this would have been suspicious but they could hear her crying from the main room. Ten minutes after Sam left the shower water shut off. It was pretty late at night close to eleven p.m. Dean was sitting at the kitchenette table looking for any signs of the demon they were hunting, he heard the bathroom door open and turned his head to the side. He was very shocked because he saw Y/n creeping out of the bathroom holding her towel around herself.
“Dean!!” Y/n said when she noticed him, she actually jumped and dropped her towel halfway down. “Stop looking.” It took him a half a minute to turn his head after she had said anything to look away. She was absolutely stunning, her damp hair fell about her cream skin hips, and they had the perfect curve… Her to big dark chocolate eyes fell on him with total surprise and shock, and her hands were clutching her towel which was barely covering the rest of her modesty.
“I’m sorry, what are you doing coming out here with no clothes on?” Dean asked as he turned his head slightly trying not to look but barely succeeding.
“I, uh, don’t have any other clothes. I was hoping to just slip into the bed for some sleep, but I’m not sure which bed to sleep in.” She still hadn’t moved, except her eyes which shifted from him, to herself. Dean’s eyes followed hers and saw that there was a little bit of blood, where she had appeared to pull one of her stiches.
“You can sleep in my bed, let me help you.” He stood up and moved over to her, bringing a bandage to her side. She dropped her towel the rest of the way when he got to her and she blushed. Dean managed to look away from her naked body and find her face, “Look… I’m sor…” Before he could finish what he was saying she leaned her body towards him and kissed him.
“I’m sorry, I feel like I know you…” Y/n said as Dean pulled her back to him with his free hand gripping her hip gently. Y/n put her hands up between them and stated tugging at the hem of his shirt and running her fingers along his stomach. Dean’s hand left the bandage he was holding onto as well as her hip, and pulled his shirt up over his head. His hand returned to her hip, as he undid his belt buckle and his pants button. Y/n pushed them off and Dean lifted her hips up to himself. He laid her down on the bed still kissing her, touching her breasts running his hands down her thighs. He grabbed himself and, rougher than he was planning, pushed into her.
“Sorry.” He said after she gasped half in pleasure half in pain.
“It’s ok, I’m ok.” She said, so he pressed on, thrusting in and out of her kissing everywhere he could reach and touching what he couldn’t, she was doing the same thing. He could feel her tightening around him, he knew she was getting close, and he knew he was too. He thrust harder, her moans making him want her more. She cried out as she came, this time only pleasure not pain, and the force of her orgasm over took him, and he came with a roar and fell in a pile on top of her, his head resting in the crook of her neck. He rolled over onto his back and she curled up against him. He remembered that Sam would be home in just a few hours, so he got up put his clothes on, covered Y/n and laid back down.
Dean heard Baby pull into the motel parking lot and gently moved off the bed, and left the room to meet with Sam.
“Hey, Dean. What’s up?” Sam looked at Dean as he grabbed the bag from the store.
“Hey, man, she is asleep. How about I just put the meds on the table, and hit the road?” Sammy shrugged then tossed him the medicine. Dean hopped back to the front door of the motel room, put the meds on the table and scribbled down a note with his cell number in case she was in trouble again.
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