Dean pushed through the clinic door. The beds were lined to the far side of the room with a different person behind the desk.
It wasn't the tired tattooed nurse from yesterday.
This one was different. She was much younger. Probably his age with bright eyes that called to him.
Her gaze followed him and as such Dean made sure to keep eye contact till the last minute when he squinted in recognition.
'The archery club girl,' he thought. How could he have missed that ginger curled hair and those freckles.
'But what is she doing here? Where is the other girl?'
'Wait .. is she, the Argent? Nah… it can be..'
Even as Dean looked at her. She stayed quiet.
She looked at him as if she was sizing him up for a fight then spoke.
"Are you the one who beat Marcus?" She asked.
Dean tilted his head and smirked. "What gave me away?"
She gestured to her own face, circling it with one finger. "Claw marks. I know what a wolf does when they're serious."
"...Ooh" Dean said.
