He winced when she tried to attack, but she was too weak to do any damage anyway. Crap... those assholes. He didn't want to hurt her, but he had to take her hands to work those cuffs off, making a soft, shushing noise. "It's me, Dean, Sam. It's Sam, okay?"

There was no way he was going to be able to fix her up at a motel. He knew that. He'd probably have to take her to a hospital. Didn't even know how he'd explain all this, but that didn't matter. "Gonna get you some help, okay? You're going to be okay."