In the dead of night, a black car sped down the road, with its gloss reflecting the moon watching the car, no matter where it was. In the car were two guys, brothers to be exact. The were arguing about the oldest brother's, Dean's, deal and how they were going to fix it. The youngest, Sam, was not going to stop until he got through to Dean. "We can find who ever this guy is! If we find him we can use the Colt to take him out and the deal is gone!"

"But how are we going to find out who he are? We could summon the Crossroads Demon, but wait," Sam rolled his eyes with his anger rising higher and higher.

"Don't even go there she was practically no help to us at all, but there are many, many other demons to ask! It's not that hard to find them, especially now!"

"No!" Dean shook his head while kept his eyes on the winding, curving road, "You're not go do something so stupid like you did that last time!"

"Why?! Why is that Dean?!? The Demons fear us!"

"Not all of them, and you know that!"

"Oh, so just 'cause you're the oldest means that you just make all the rules, isn't it?!?" Sam screamed at the top of his lungs, at the end of it, he was out of breath

"You're damn right!" Dean turned to look at Sam and after a few seconds, glanced back at road to see where he was going.

"Who made you in charge, did Dad, I pretty sure he didn't!"

"Well, tough luck there Sammy, what are you going to do about tha-!"

There was a loud crash. A dusty red pick-up hit the Impala with unnatural force. Dean sat there looking at Sam, eyes closed. He was furious, *This car better be able to take this!* then the rest of the world around him went black.

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Dean sat straight up in the hospital bed, he looked around and look at the date that wasn't crossed out on that calendar. *Damn it! I've been out two days!* Just then the door opened and there stood a girl about twenty or so. She had long curly black hair, which was tied back, and shockingly bright hazel eyes. She was wearing navy blue scrubs.

"Well, it's good to see you're finally up…" The girl paused and looked at Dean, suddenly he understood why.

"Dean. Dean Winchester."

"Hi Dean. I'm Jeannine, but you can call me Jamie." She held out her hand and Dean took it in his and shook it.

"Is my brother ok?" Dean was worried about Sam.

"The other guy in the car?" Dean nodded his head with a worried expression on his face. "He's still unconscious but I've been checking up on him everyday, just like you. In fact you both had concussions. His was a lot worse, but he'll live."

Dean let out a sigh of relief, and his face relaxed, "Good."

"Can I get you anything, anything else you need to know?" Jamie asked.

"What about my car?"

"That was taken to," Jamie paused to think, "Duh, my garage down the block."

"Do you own the garage?"

"Yea, I do like three jobs."

"How is that possible?" Dean was in disbelief.

"Well, I've been doing one job since I was 13, but the pay is crap, but I used my dad's inheritance money for me to open a garage, for my co-workers. And then there's this job."

"You got a lot of co-workers. I got a job that pays like crap too, but I get money by pool and cards."

"Really? That's what I used to do, until I could leave my god-forsaken family."

"Shouldn't you be getting back to work?"

"Oh, no. I'm not a nurse, I work here but I'm not a nurse, and I'm not a doctor."

"Then what are you,"

"I'm just here to talk to people, 'cause no one in this pathetic place gives the time of day about the patient's lives. I'm like," Jamie paused to think about what word to use, "part nurse, part doctor, and part, uhh" she paused again, "hospitalizer."

"Hospitalizer?"

"Yea, I'm the person who's actually nice to you." Jamie smiled

"That is the first I've ever heard it put that way." Jamie and Dean laughed at the joke.

Jamie looked at her watch, "Listen Dean, I got to check on a couple of other patients, but after that, I'll be right back with you're lunch."

"Finally, some food!" Jamie head to the door, "Jamie?"

"Yea?" She turned back around.

"Can you check on Sammy?"

"Sure." She smiled and left.

Dean laid back in the bed and closed his eyes.

Jamie stepped into Sam's room and sat the chair she always had, the one at his bedside, facing the door. "Sam you're brother woke up! I just hope that you can do the same, and soon. I tell in your brothers eyes that he needs you." She lightly patted his hand and stood up to take down his vitals. She looked at the IV bag, which was empty. "I better get you a new one of these, shouldn't I?" She went to the container under his bed and took the empty IV off the hook and the tube and hung up the new one in its place. She connected the tube to it and barley tapped the connectors for the IV to start to flow through the tube. "There, that should help." Then she put the chart back and she looked at Sam with sadness and concern. Then she felt the same want that Dean had felt. She walked to the door, looked at Sam one more time and closing the door silently.

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Dean looked at the door and there with a tray in her hands, was Jamie. "You're finally up, I see."

"The food just called me." Dean smirked and Jamie smiled. She took the tray behind the chair and while balancing the tray of food, pushed the table to the bed. "Lemme help you with that." Dean grabbed the table and put it in front of his face. Jamie smiled wider, shook her head and put the tray down in front of Dean then she ran out the room and came back with a brown bag. "What's that?"

"Uhh, my lunch, what else would it be?" Jamie looked at Dean and gave him the 'DUH!' look as she pulled up the chair and sat down in it.

*Well duh! Dean, you must be totally out of it* He reached for the covering of the tray to his lunch and pulled it up to see the food on his plate. "A cheeseburger!" Dean's eyes lighted up at the cheeseburger.

"I didn't know if you liked it with anything I just put everything on and some extra onions, if that's ok." Jamie had a little concerned expression on her face.

"That's the least of my worries." Dean grabbed the cheeseburger and took a huge bit out of it. Mustard, ketchup, relish and onions spilled into the plate. Jamie laughed right before she took a bite of her sandwich. "What's so funny?" Dean asked with the food in his mouth, which made Jamie laugh even harder.

"I--don't--know!" Jamie said while gasping for breath while still laughing. After a minute or so Jamie stopped laughing and looked at Dean. "I just never seen someone eat like that. Not that it's a bad thing" Jamie sat up and looked at Dean hoping that she didn't offend him.

"Hey none taken, my brother never eats around me because of it." Jamie grinned and took a bite of her sandwich. And Dean took another half of the burger in his mouth, and Jamie smiled and took another bite.

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After lunch and the list a mile long of meds that Dean should be having were taking, Dean was out cold, probably for the rest of the night . Jamie thought that she had spent her time in there and went to the other patients, eating her dinner in the cafeteria, and spent a long time in Sam's room with putting his liquid medication, and vitamins in him that night. It also gave her time to think about what to say to Dean. Jamie never thought about the night for over 15 years. About what she did since her dad had never come back that one night.

The night that left her mother broken hearted, for ages, thinking that he didn't love her anymore. But what had pained Jamie the most, aside from seeing her mother cry night after night along with the horrible nightmares Jamie had, was that she knew that her dad didn't leave her mom, but that a hunt of a demon had gone horribly wrong, and that it was all of it Jamie's fault. Her fault that her destiny had driven her dad to do such a terrible thing. And for as long as Jamie could remember she never forgave herself for what happened. She was the reason that her mother was in horrible shape and that her brother was the only one who could comfort and the only one that her mother talked to. When Jamie told her mother about why dad never came back, Jamie shuddered as she thought about what happened that day, after her inheritance was granted to her and she was ready to leave, and she told her mom. Jamie stopped the day playing in her head

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"Hey, great news." Jamie walked into the room with a huge stack of papers. "You're recovery went so well that you'll be discharged tonight."

"Oh, joy" Dean said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

Jamie gave him a look. "You know if you got nowhere to go you stay at my place and fix up your car. Which surprisingly isn't that bad, being in a head-on crash and with a pick-up truck too." Jamie said, and she seemed puzzled by it.

"What, at your garage?"

"Yea, but I live there too. I'll leave the keys here, but I got a few rules…" Dean groaned and Jamie paused and waited for him to stop, " One: If you get a girl, you take her to the little house in front. Nowhere else. Two: If you made the mess, you clean it. And three, which is the most important of all: You never ever touch my car, and if you do, I swear to all that is holy and good on this earth, you're really gonna wish you didn't."

"I like the last one." Dean smirked as Jamie dropped the papers with a small thud in Dean's lap. Dean had pain written all over his face. "Bitch." He muttered out, hoping that Jamie didn't hear him. She turned to face him, *Damn it*.

"Well, if you wanna get out, fill those forms out and hand them in yourself." She looked at Dean and them smiled "Ass." She ran out of the room before Dean could get in a word edgewise.

Dean sat there, dumbfounded and then looked down at the stack of papers and groaned. "Man I hate the hospital." Then he started to fill out the forms before him.

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Jamie stepped into Sam's room and sat down with his chart in her lap. It was about two in the morning and she still had to check on Dean, but he said that Sam was his first priority. Jamie knew exactly how he felt and she bet she knew how Sam felt about his older brother, being a middle child might not be the best, but that's how she connected with all of her patients. She broke from her thoughts and wrote down Sam's vitals and pulled out the book from the chest that held all of his vitals and pulled out a book and hung Sam's chart back on the edge of the bed and sat back down, opened her book, and began to read where she left off. She tried so hard to keep her eyes open, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't. She thought that she had enough strength to walk a short ways to Dean's room. She got up and turned off the light. She closed the door silently behind her and headed to the room that held Dean. She passed the nurses' station and just before she touched the door handle, she collapsed into a heap.

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Dean thought he heard a thump at his door. He got up, and opened the door to find Jamie laying there. Her ebony hair covered her face. Dean bent down and carried into his room and laid her in his hospital bed. He grabbed a few chairs near him and sat in one with his feet propped in another. He looked once more at Jamie and smiled at how innocent she looked, sleeping there. Dean closed his eyes and he to drifted back into slumber.