Mary's pov
As Sam carried me back to the room I felt really weird, the long room we were in kept going really fuzzy looking, and then it went back to the way it was before, I felt something seeping out of my back, I tried to turn around to look but nothing by then Sam had already placed me on a white bed. It was the sane room I was in from before.
"Shit!" The doctor cursed under his breath,
"Nurse!" The doctor called from the hallway, as he began to put the sticky things back on me and plug my beeping machine back in.
"D-Dean?" I asked scared "S-Sam?"
Dean and Sam sat by me. Dean, grabbing my hand looked like he was gonna hurt the doctor.
"We need to get blood in her now!" The doctor ordered a pretty guy with dark red hair.
"The blood truck was robbed in Iowa!" The nurse said a little panicky.
The doctor ran his fingers through his hair the room kept going weird and fuzzy again. That's...that's when I blacked out again...the last thing I heard was Dean saying.
"I'll do it."

Deans pov
"How the Hell can a blood truck get robbed Peter!?" The doctor said after running his fingers through is ratty black hair. The Peter kid trembled shrugging shoulders he looked almost like he was in his mid twenties, I looked back at Mary who was slowly closing her eyes.
Panic ran through me, I grabbed the kids hand trying to encourage her to stay awake.
"Someone help her!" I roared at The doctor and the nurse who looked terrified.
"We need bl-" the red head began i cut him off irritated
"I'll do it!" I said, granted needles aren't my favorite things but I will not let them poke and prod at my brother while he's having some weird ass vision stuff going down for him. The red haired nurse ran out into the hallway only to return a few seconds later with a needle and clear packet, as I was pulling up my sleeve for the damn shot to go through. Sam began to protest.
"Dean are you sure about this," he began "I mean you hate needles."
"Well im not going to let you do it Sammy." I said, ignoring the annoyed scoff that came from my younger brother. It was quick and granted I didn't look at anyone during the entire time. Sam left during the thing with the doctor, and came back two large bags of clothes, and held a large red zip up jacket in his hands.

"Where the Hell did you get all of that?" I asked kinda amazed i mean there's a small goodwill up the road but I know it doesn't have anything in there other than baby clothes. Could Mary fit into that stuff? I mean she's thin enough, and small enough....God I feel awful for the kid.

"Dean," Sam sighed sitting down beside me, as I started eating the cookie they gave me.
"There's an foster home down the road from the Goodwill."
"You talked to them?"
"Yeah, they said they'd take her."
"Good." I said getting up, probably a little to fast.

"Should we leave her our number?" Sam asked as we walked towards the doorway.
"Nah, she should be fine."
She should be. Sam checked the home out I'm sure, and if it's okay then she should be fine. Yeah, I'm curious about her but, if we kept her she'd have to be a hunter, that's not a life for a kid.