Gee, Thanks For The Update! // Teddy. //

Teddy's eyes watched Dean carefully, she knew he was saying he was 'fine', but Teddy knew that bullets were a bugger, and they could hurt like hell if shot in the right places. She nodded as Dean suggested they should leave. She really didn't like the aura of this place, and she wished to God that they could leave without much trouble. "Yeah, good idea." She mumbled as she turned to walk with Dean and Sam to the exit.

However, God seemingly hadn't taken her wish as Sam hadn't moved. Teddy turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow, but she'd only turned in time to see him collapse. "Oh my God!" She exclaimed in surprise and worry for the youngest Winchester. "S-sam!" She ran to him, her eyes searching his body for anything before she pressed her two fingers on his neck. Well, he was alive at least...

"Dean, w-what do we do?" She asked with a frantic whisper, she was losing her voice because she was panicking, and she hadn't gone mute in a long time.  "W-we need to carry him. And you have a bad arm! And he's really big... no offense to him but - I don't think I can carry his weight."

Teddy's panicking eyes shot to Dean as he told her to fetch something cold, mainly ice cubes. She nodded briefly before shooting up onto her two feet and she ran from the shed, down the dark corridor, up the creaky stairs, and away from the shed itself. Her eyes searching around frantically before she even reached the dead girl's place. She raided the freezer, trying to ignore the corpses sprawled out on the floor. She found a ton of ice cubes, she held them close to her body, feeling the cool temperature radiating off them as she sped back to Dean and Sam.

Teddy looked to Dean as if asking for permission, just with no words. "Sammy, you better wake up." She seemed to be a little irritated, the smell of the corpses from the girl's apartment was still in her system. She cleared her throat before she popped out a handful of the ice cubes. "Sorry about this, Sam." She said softly, lifting his shirt from the top, and placing the ice cold cubes onto his chest, hoping the cold would shock him awake. "Wake up Sam..." She whispered in hope. Her eyes looking at Dean with worry; the wait and anticipation tiring her features.

Teddy smiled in relief once the youngest Winchester's eyes snapped open, revealing his pretty orbs. Teddy grinned happily, finally feeling positive for the first time in a while. Her eyes watched both of the brothers as she watched their exchange. Then she stood up, finally satisfied.

She noticed the stubbornness that both of the brothers shared and her grin slowly faltered into a wry smile. "Well, we need to get out of here. I'm glad you're not dead, Sammy. But Dean needs medical assistance just as much as you do... so come on!" She walked past them, being careful not to bump Dean's bad arm as she did. "I really don't want look at my twin's corpse anymore - it's revolting." She murmured in disgust. She didn't like the idea of Dean or Sam putting a silver bullet through her brain, so she just kept quiet as she moved down that dark passageway, towards the stairs that reached the top - into the shed.

Her eyes searched the shed one more time before she stepped out into the setting sunlight. "How are we going to explain all the corpses? And the possible CCTV sightings of my doppelganger? I ain't going back to no mental home - or a prison, I ain't going back in there again..."

Teddy glanced between the building and the two brothers before they suggested that they could sort it out, no problem. And Teddy was going to object but she held it back considering that they had already scurried away from her, making her pout a little. She sighed heavily as she stood there on her own, her arms crossing over her chest as she huffed out some air from her lungs. She was tired, exhausted even, and today hadn't been the greatest... but it wasn't the worse either.

Which made her believe that her life was truly a bag full of dicks.

When Sam came out first, she smiled at him briefly, wondering what Dean was doing. But then he appeared not short after and she grinned at his thumbs up. "Well, boys, let's get to the motel so we can patch you up-" She points to Dean and his injury then points to Sam: "And then I'm going to smother you so you can rest a bit, fainting like that earlier... it scared the life out of me." She spoke truthfully, her eyes showing her worry and concern for the youngest Winchester.

She blocked out any objections either of them could potentially throw at her as she simply turned and went to go to sit on her motorbike. "Dean, you alright driving Baby?" She asked curiously, her concern showing through her tone of voice. "I know you don't want her to be left here..."

Teddy nodded briefly before revving up her motorbike and riding it down to the motel, which was a bit short of twenty minutes - but Teddy wouldn't complain if the boys were late by just a couple of minutes. She parked her motorbike, locked it with her keys and went off inside of her own motel room - grabbing the first aid kit and the stitching gear she possessed; as well as the booze for cleansing.

She sighed softly before hearing the Impala drive up to the parking outside, she smiled and went outside to meet the boys, the kit and stuff in her hands. "Guys, stop prattin' around and get inside my motel room before I punch you both in the groin."She threatened with a mischievous laugh. She then ventured back into her own room, thinking it'd be easier for them to meet in there. She got all the bandages, needles etc. out for the stitching. Luckily for both her and Dean, even if the bullet hadn't gone through, Teddy was an expert at getting them out. She had tried for the Marines once before, but left early because she felt like she'd be a better hunter than a Marines' soldier.

She huffed and looked to Sam. "You can sleep on my bed, I don't mind." She smiled sweetly up at him. She glanced to Dean. "And you - you better sit down so I can check that bullet wound of yours." She had put on her motherly voice; and she only really used it for close friends.

Teddy sighed softly, her eyes watching as Sam didn't even object as he flopped onto her bed and had a rest - for however long that'd last. Dean had sat down and she sat down next to his wounded side, her eyes watching as he revealed his wound. "Jesus." She whispered but she'd seen worse. Just, nobody could ever really get used to seeing wounds. But at least this one was easier on the stomach: "Right, time to get that bullet out... if you need to grip onto something to help with the pain, I have this-" She passed him a stress ball, them things did come in handy when it came down to it.

Teddy huffed as she grabbed her surgical thongs, knowing they'd be good for digging into the wound and dragging the bullet out. She took a deep breath in before raising the thongs and quickly moving them into the hole where the bullet was embedded. Her eyes were trained and her fingers were steady. She knew what to do and she had already grasped the bullet in no time, pulling it out with some ease. She quickly put the thongs, and the bullet in its clutches, down; she then reached for the alcohol and a small handkerchief that she dabbed into the liquid. She sighed and looked to Dean: "How're you holdin' up?" She asked as if it was a casual thing, gently - but firmly - dabbing the wound to sterilize it before she went to the stitches.

She grabbed the needle and put a clean, stitching thread through it. She closed her eyes briefly, taking deep breaths before she "went in for the kill" and began stitching up his wound, keeping her hands steady as she worked through the process, her eyes occasionally watching his facial expressions before she finished her handiwork, smiling at it.

"D-do you want to sip the rest of that alcohol?" She asked, passing him the glass.

Teddy's eyebrows raised in surprise at his sudden grab for the larger bottle of alcohol she had on the counter. She said nothing about it, knowing alcohol might as well be the better choice for Dean to drink right now - especially strong-ish alcohol, that Teddy stored into her cupboards and duffelbags everywhere she went.

Teddy simply nodded at his thanks before he gestured they stepped outside. Teddy glanced at sleeping Sam and smiled softly, she had an urge to brush his long hair out of his face and just watch the peaceful expression he bore on his face. However, that thought was interrupted as she followed Dean outside, she lent against the railings of the porch. She had some questions, and she awkwardly stood there before clearing her throat and speaking out with: "So, what's happening to Sam? Has he fallen ill? A witch's spell?" She tilted her head curiously. She could tell Sam was going through something tough; and because Sam was suffering Dean seemed like he was too - deep down.

Teddy sighed heavily. "Everytime we meet, you two are doing something stupid or have gotten into trouble - sometimes it's the other way round, and I'm the one in the mud..." She mumbled, looking over at the sunset, watching it with a small smile.