You sit up, your throat hurting from the now removed tube. The doctor had you moved out of the ICU and into a recovery room. They asked the boys not to make you talk to much and to keep the lights and noise to a minimum. They agreed, but after about 5 minutes the silence was already killing Dean, so he decided to tell you about your time in the hospital.

"You had already blacked out before we got you here, and after getting stitches on your stab wound and getting a tube in your throat, the doctors told us you were in a coma. You were only out for about 5 days, but it scared Sammy and I to death to have to tell Bobby what happened."

You scoff "So you didn't tell him?" You ask before coughing violently.

Sam and Dean both rush to your side, trying to protect them from hurting yourself further "He's a scary guy! He would shoot us if we told him ourselves!" He exclaimes after you finish the fit.

You chuckle and look at them sadly "I guess I have to explain myself now, huh?" Sam stops you from continuing.

"It's not something you need to worry about right now. You just need to get better." He smiles as Dean nods.

"Alright, so when can I get outta here?" You ask sarcastically.

"Hopefully soon." A voice from the door calls.

A man about Deans height stands at the door, his head cleanly shaved and a plaid sweatervest rested neatly on his person. He smiles and walks over to you, smiling and the two before looking back at you.

"My name is Mike, I'm a psychologist. Mind if I ask you a few questions."

You grumble, frowning "I was just about to sleep."

"I could come back at another time if you'd like." He gestures to the door.

You wave him over to you "Nah, might as well get it over with." You sigh, looking at Sam.

"Alright, I promise I'll try to keep this short." He pulls over a chair next to you then looks at the boys "May I have a moment with her alone-"

Sam grips your hand "I'm not leaving her." You squeeze back.

"Alright, then I ask that you remain quiet, as I want to hear her side of the story." Dean and Sam nod.

"Make it quick, I really wanna sleep." Sam chuckles.

"Of course. So where did this accident take place? How did you get there?"

You sigh "Well I was kidnapped by a man who I have never met, and taken to some building where I was beaten and later knocked unconcious. These two found me and killed the attacker, in self defense of course, and brought me here." You burst into another fit, this time Mike helping you as well.

"You said he is dead?" He looks over at Dean.

"I believe so, I hope so. That asshole deserves more than he got if he just died." You growl.

"Alright (Y/N), that's about it for now. You get some sleep, and if I think of anything else I'll be sure to ask." You nod as he leaves.

"Don't count on it, baldy." You mumble after he has left.

Dean holds your other hand and Sam squeezes "You get some rest, we'll be here when you wake up."

"Same goes for you." You look over at him.

"Yea, yea, alright." Sam smiles.

You smile as your eyes begin to close. You see yourself standing in the center of pure darkness, and realize your dreaming. You look around and slowly see a scene coming into focus. It strangely doesn't follow the pattern of your reoccurring nightmare, this time you are in Bobby's house. You glance around the kitchen and realize where, or better when, you are. Chuckling, you walk into the main library like room and set a hand in Bobby's shoulder.

"If you don't sleep soon, your eyes are gonna get stuck open like that." He laughs and yawns simultaneously.

"I know, I know. I just can't get over this case. Typical jin don't act like this, not once have I ever heard of one that works with blood-suckers."

You shrug it off "Well ya never know, there is a first for everything. Like you getting an hour straight of sleep this week."

He chuckles "After they get here, I can't have them thinking I'm some old sleepy drunk."

"Well besides the sleep part..." you add jokingly.

He glares slightly "Boo hoo, I'll sleep when I'm dead."

You laugh as you hear a knocking on the door. "I'll get it." You answer, walking towared the door.

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Sucky ending I know, but if I didn't cut it off here, it would have gone on wayyyyyyyy longer. And yes the picture has absolutly to do with the story, but I thought I would post it anyway.