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ElenaMoriarty/Dean Winchester

Suspecting the woman in white lived in the neighborhood, we were still puzzled why she still took advantage of the man.

"But I don't understand, how could there be a woman in white if there's no home to bring her victims to?" I asked.

"Maybe we're over-looking something. Sam, check the map of the forest behind the park. There may be some kind of old home by there," Dean said as he sharpened his knife.

"For some odd reason, I don't have access to that on here," Sam replied, squinting his eyes at the screen. "But I believe there may be something at the local archives."

Before we knew it, Sam had left Dean and I alone in the empty motel room. Sighing, I tapped my fingers on the table and peered at the haunting photos once more. It was funny how my stomach still curdled at the sight of the woman.

Dean cursed loudly as he had cut the palm of his hand deeply.

"Dean!" I exclaimed and he ran to grab paper towels to stop the bleeding.

While he winced at the pain, I walked by his side and took his arm, examining his hand.

"You've got to be more careful," I pronounced, looking at him dead in the eye.

Looking down, I soon said softly, "Let me have a look."

Peeling off the towel, blood bleached his hand and I made a cringing face. For some odd reason, it felt nice for me to take care of this jerk. For me to hold his hand in mine, it almost felt...right.

"This looks pretty bad, let me take care of it," I said, quickly grabbing the first air kit.

"I don't need a nurse. I can do this myself."

"One-handed? It'll be difficult."

"I've done it before."

"Will you just stop being stubborn and let me take care of you for once!" I declared a little louder than I intended it to be.

Dean fell silent, looking a bit uncomfortable by the way I phrased it. Realizing what I had said, I sighed deeply and closed my eyes.

Finally, Dean said something, "Fine, let's just get this over with."

Sitting on the couch, I began to stitch and bandage Dean. We sat in silence and it was nice for someone to be in my care. To aid someone who was hurt made me feel like I was finally doing something right for once. And it felt good...really good. Especially since it was Dean I was tending to.

"Why are you so attached to this case?" asked Dean suddenly.

"What?"

"Why are you so focused and stubborn on this woman in white?"

Biting the inside of my lip, I did another stitch into Dean's skin. His touch made me at ease oddly. His hand against mine, I just didn't want this sincere moment to end.

"The man who died in the crash was my best friend's fiancé. I knew him and he was fantastic guy, perfect for her. I just want to defeat this spirit so that this won't happen to anyone else. Again, it's like this duty thing, if you know what I mean," I stated.

"I understand perfectly. When something messes with friends or family, it's always a duty for hunters to get rid of those jerks before they hurt anyone else," Dean added.

My eyes connected with his in unison.

"And that anyone could be someone close to you that you hold dear in your life," Dean remarked, holding the look a little longer.