The Plague

Disclaimer/Notes: I don't own "Supernatural". This is my first "Supernatural" story. I'd like to know what you think, but no flames please. I get busy at work, but I hope to update it. I'd like to thank my friend Sheila for beta reading it for me and for all of her help. Check out some links I have in my Profile/Bio.

Summary: A thief needs to be found in order to save Dean from a deadly virus.

Sam and Dean sat in the park at a picnic table eating lunch. They'd had a hard day and decided to take it easy for awhile and just try to enjoy the rest of it. They were talking about everything that had transpired on their last hunt when suddenly they heard a woman screaming.

Both jumped up from the table and looked around trying to find out where the screams were coming from. They saw an old woman and watched as someone grabbed her purse and then took off. She was all alone so they ran up to her to try to help.

Dean went after the thief and Sam stayed with the lady to comfort her. She looked like somebody's grandmother. "Are you okay," he asked as he reached the old woman's side.

"I think so," she said. "How could somebody do that? Don't people know how to work anymore?" Sam looked down at the lady and grinned. Him and Dean worked, he thought. At least that's what they called it.

Dean continued running after the man that had stole the woman's purse trying to take in as much detail as possible. One thing that he noticed was that the man had a distinguished looking scar on his face. They ran down and alley and the man almost got away but finally Dean was able to catch up with him. He was able to get the purse but the thief got away, but not before he gouged Dean's right wrist breaking the skin.

"Son of bitch!" yelled Dean wincing at the pain. "Dam it! That hurt," Dean proclaimed to himself as he saw the man run across the street and down another alley. He decided to let him go. He had the lady's purse and a description of the man that they could give to the police, so he made his way back to Sam and the little old lady.

"He got away," said Dean, "but I was able to get your purse." He handed it to her. The woman was really nice and nodded her head. "Thank you," she said. Dean nodded.

The woman was still upset, but she was very thankful. Her life savings were in that purse and thanks to the two young men, it was saved. She reached out to Dean wanting to shake his hand, but noticed the scratch on his wrist.

"Young man," she said, "you're hurt. That's a nasty looking scratch on your wrist. Maybe you should have it checked." Dean looked down at the abrasion.

Sam glanced at it to. It was red and puffy. It was inflamed and already looked infected. They knew they couldn't go to the hospital because they were wanted. "Thanks ma'am. I'll look after my brother," said Sam. "Are you okay Dean?"

"Yeah I think it'll be ok," Dean replied and the woman nodded once again.

"Okay," she said and took Dean by the hand. "Thanks again. You're a hero young man. All of my money is in my purse. I'm going to report this to the police."

"You're welcome," said Dean and made sure the lady knew about the scar so that she could tell the police. Since she was calling them, that was Sam and Dean's clue to get out of there. They couldn't talk to the police so they both shook the lady's hand and left, leaving her to deal with the police.