"What is there to talk about Dean?" I start leaning my head back against the tree. "You made it pretty clear you don't want me around. You look at me as if I'm just this complete stranger so I don't know what you want."
I sigh and wince standing up.
"What happened?" Dean asked.
"Nothing." I say wrapping my arms around myself. I definitely have a few ribs fractured.
"Come on I'll check you out at the motel." Dean says.
I nod and trail behind him all the way to the motel. We go into my room and see Sam passed out on the couch with Bree resting on his chest. I smile at Sam as Dean pulls out some wrap.
Dean helps get my shirt off so I'm in my bra with a huge bruising visible.
"Damn it Alex. What'd you do?" Dean asks lightly tracing the bruising with his fingers.
My skin crawls underneath his touch and I wince at the slight pain.
"The salt and burn didn't go super smoothly. You know how vengeful spirits are." I say wincing as I laugh.
He gently wraps around my rib cage. Once he's finished I glance at Sam.
"I'll wake him up, you go ahead and head back to your room." I say thanking him.
He nods and walks out. I gently rub Sam on the shoulder, "Hey Sammy, wake up."
Sam opens his eyes and heads out.
I might be hunting with these boys again soon.
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A/N
Sorry this is so short. I'll try and update a few more times before I leave for my camp. I'll try and post tomorrow and a bit Monday morning. I'll be back by Saturday afternoon next week!
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FanfictionAlexandra Thomas started hunting at 18. Her mother was possessed by a demon and was forced to kill her mother. Alex's father had died of heart failure four years earlier. She is now 28 and is very popular among other hunters. Even though she is very...
