Worry Ch 2

Dean looked toward Amy. Her face was twisted in horror as she pulled away from the door. With a sigh, Dean pulled away from the door.

"You alright sweetcheeks?" He asked her, kneeling beside her. She nodded at him, slightly blushing.

"He must have hit Sam with a-" Her sentence was cut short when she spotted two shadows around the corner. Dean took out a knife that he kept at his side and squatted low in front of her. He pushed her back so she wouldn't be seen right away and got ready for the attack. The minute the two rounded the corner, Dean sprang into action. He sliced the first one's throat with ease and went for the second one, only to have the knife knocked out of his hands. The demon pushed him against the wall and began to punch him in the stomach. Dean coughed and attempted to get away from the blows he was receiving. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl crawl over to where the knife had been knocked away and pick it up.

"You guys never learn, do you?" The demon asked, giving Dean an elbow to the face. Dean's vision went black for a moment before he looked at the demon and smiled.

"Why are you laughing?" He was asked. Dean motioned behind the demon with his head.

"Because you're a little bitch." Amy thrust the knife into the demons back, making him flash a dark orange. His mouth was opened in a surprised look as she pulled the knife out. He fell to the ground, limp and dead.

"Nice one. Thank you." Dean grabbed the knife and turned only to be face to face with Crowley. Crowley began clapping his hands as he smiled at the elder Winchester.

"How did you manage to do that? Do you have another helper with you?" Crowley questioned, looking around Dean. Dean felt a sinking feeling in his gut, hoping that Crowley didn't spot Amy. Dean looked into the room and spotted Sam with a huge gash on the side of his head, bleeding profusely. He rushed toward his brother who was tied to a chair only to be thrown across the room by Crowley.

"I can't let you do that. C'mon Dean, I have a proposition for you!" Crowley walked up to Dean who was wiping blood from his mouth.

"Bite me." Dean jumped to his feet, ready fro Crowley to attack him again.

"You are stubborn. I just want to have a little talk with you." Crowley began to walk toward Dean who got in a defensive stance. He held out the demon knife, ready to slash at the King of Hell. Crowley shook his head at Dean and held his hands up.

"I do not want to hurt you. Put the knife down so we can talk like adults."

"Screw you, Crowley." Dean lunged toward Crowley, catching him off guard and managing to plunge the knife into Crowley's arm.

"You little twit!" Crowley yanked the knife from his arm and threw in on the ground with a loud clatter. He grabbed Dean by his jacket and threw him against the far wall. Dean hit the wall with a loud smack. He shook his head to clear his vision. He felt himself being lifted to his feet and pushed against the wall. Crowley looked him in the eye, anger written all over his face.

"I just wanted to talk to you. But nooo!" Crowley punched Dean full force in the face, making Dean sputter. He spit blood on the King's face, making his anger boil. Dean looked across the room to see Amy holding the demon knife and cutting the ropes from Sam. Crowley then proceeded to throw Dean in that direction, making him land on Amy. Luckily, the knife was not in her hands at that time. She must have dropped it when Dean crashed into her.

"Dean, you cannot possibly think bringing a girl here could possibly help you save your brother. She is pathetic and weak." He watched helplessly as Crowley grabbed her by her throat and lifted her off her feet. Dean saw the color drain from her face as she kicked her feet trying to get away from the man that was choking the life out of her. Crowley smiled at the girl.

"Hmm, she could be interesting to play with."

"Dude, that's gross!" Dean got to his feet as images of Crowley and Amy raced around in his mind. He shuddered at the thought of Crowley touching this innocent girl. Well, as innocent as he and Sam anyway.

"Always got your mind in the gutter, Squirrel?" He drops Amy and stares at the elder Winchester. With a snap of his fingers, he is right next to Dean. He mouths the word "Now" at her and she nods, getting to her feet. He watches as she helps Sam to escape. She winks at him before she disappears around the corner.

"If you wanted to talk, why did you have to kidnap Sam?" Dean asked Crowley, taking a step back.

"You never would have listened to me." Crowley said nonchalantly, closing the space between him and Dean. Dean shrugged.

"You're right. I'm still not listening." He broke out his lighter and lit what looked to be dynamite. After it went off, it was apparent that it was a spell of some sort to banish all demons.

"I should have used that to begin with." Dean climbed over the rubble of the fight and stumbled out the door to his waiting Impala and brother. There would be a lot of explaining to do, but he did not feel like talking. He decided that Amy would handle the explaining part as he walked out of the abandoned warehouse to his car.

He got outside and saw his Baby running and ready to go. Dean was holding his left arm close to his body as he began to walk to the car. He saw Sam with his head wrapped in some kind of cloth leaning against the passenger door. He got to the driver side door and was about to hop in when he heard a twig snap behind him. He quickly turned and saw that Crowley was holding Amy.

"Now Squirrel, that was not very nice." Crowley twisted his face in what looked to be a smile, but was full of evil and mischievous intent. Dean sighed, wishing things could just be easy for once. Amy had fear written all over her face as Crowley pushed her closer.

"Dean, just go. I'll be fine. Sam needs immediate help." Amy sent a fake smile toward Dean, who just hours earlier had no idea he even existed.

"Amy, I can't leave you with him." Dean pulled out the knife and got into a stance that said he was ready for anything.

"You always have to be the hero, don't you Dean? Why can't you just leave her?" Crowley jerked Amy, making her cry out. Before Dean knew it, Amy had gotten away from Crowley and gave him a roundhouse kick to the face.

"Get in the car and drive!" She yelled at Dean, who immediately obeyed. Crowley was on the ground wiping his mouth when Dean pressed the accelerator. Another kick from Amy and Crowley was passed out. Amy jumped into the moving car as Dean peeled out of the creepy place.

"Where did you learn how to do that?" Dean asked her, speeding down back roads to get Sammy to a hospital, and fast. Amy was putting pressure on the gashes on his head to try to stop the bleeding, but it was not working that well.

"Dean, please tell me we are close because I don't know how much longer he has... These wounds are deep and pretty bad!" Dean pressed the accelerator harder, determined to get help for his little brother. It was his job to protect him, no matter what! A large sign could be seen in the distance. As Dean got closer, he noticed it was a sign for a trauma center. Perfect! Dean yanked the steering wheel to the right, making a sharp turn. Amy was thrown across the back seat and gave Dean a stink eye. He smiled an apology in the rear view mirror as he pulled to a stop in front of the double doors. He and Amy jumped out of the car and raced to Sam's side. After getting him out of the car, they shouted to the receptionist who was already on her feet. Within minutes Sam was on a gurney and headed to the examination room. Dean and Amy were not permitted to go with, making Dean extremely upset. With his hands on his head, Dean began to pace. Amy sat down shyly, not knowing how to be of any help. She usually never worked with others and did not know how to respond to emotional people. She watched the Hunter pace back and forth, looking at the door every 5 minutes.

"Dean, pacing is not going to help your brother. You should get some rest." If looks could kill, Amy would be dead on the spot.

"You don't understand. There is nothing, NOTHING, I would put before my brother. It is my responsibility to watch over him, to keep him safe, but I always seem to fuck it up!" Tears were streaming down his face, something you rarely ever see. Amy jumped to her feet as the Hunter began to shudder. She wrapped her arms around him and forced him to sit down. Rocking him back and forth like her father did to her when she was a scared little child, Amy began to hum soothing tunes. Soon, Dean's body had stopped shuddering and he had relaxed slightly.

"Dean, there is no way you could have gotten to him in time. After everything I have heard about you and your brother, I am sure he will make it through this. This is just a slight bump in the road, trust me. He will be fine." Her low voice was soft and sweet. She began to rub his side when her hand touched something thick and wet. As she pulled her hand away, she noticed it was covered in blood. It wasn't the blood from Sam, it was Dean's. This realization made her heart skip a beat. Dean's breathing slowed way down making Amy worry more. She did not want to wake him seeing as he is quite hostile.

"Pssst. Hey, receptionist?" She whispered loudly trying to get the girl's attention. The receptionist looked up and Amy hastily waved her over.

"How can I help you dearie?" She bent over when Amy moved her hand from the spot on Dean.

"Oh my, I will get someone here right away." The little old lady hurried back to her desk and called someone on her phone. A few seconds after she hung up, two big men came through the door with another empty gurney. They loaded the unconscious Dean onto it effortlessly. Amy began to follow when one man shook his head. Feeling discouraged and now very alone, Amy decided to go to the restroom to wash the blood from her hands. When she looked into the bathroom, she examined her face. Her cool blue eyes were red from straining and crying. Her cheeks were swollen slightly from the crying. She saw the streaks from tears running down her cheeks. Amy splashed her face, not liking what she saw in the mirror. With a sigh, she dried her face and walked out of the restroom, running her fingers through her long, tangled blonde hair. She got to the waiting room just as a man in a long white coat walked through the door.

"Are you the girl that came with the two injured males?" He asked her, eyes intent like a lion watching its prey. She nodded slightly, suspicious of this man. He put his hand on her shoulder and motioned for her to follow him through the doors. While they were walking down the empty corridor, Amy got an eerie feeling in her gut, but decided that it was just her social awkwardness.

"Your friend with the side wound has been stabilized. He lost a lot of blood, but after some bed rest he should be fine." The doctor led her to a room that held Dean. She saw him laying in bed, still asleep.

"He needed a couple stitched, but will be better in no time at all." Amy smiled at the guy laying in the bed before her. She patted his hand, happy she was able to meet him.

"The other young man, well he is another story." Amy snapped her head to look at the doctor.

"What do you mean?" She asked him, narrowing her eyes. The doctor stepped back and swallowed hard.

"Uh well, the injury to his uh.. to his head was quite severe. He will be lucky to wake up." Amy pushed the doctor against the wall.

"You better be sure he wakes up or I am coming for you!" Her voice was low and menacing. The doctor gave her a nod before hastily walking out the door.

"Wow, you are one badass chick." Hearing Dean's unexpected voice made Amy jump. She looked back at him and saw the sadness reflected in his eyes. Amy would find a way to make sure Sam was okay, no matter what.