Hey peeps, hope you like the story. It starts on that one show where Dean, Sammy, and John are all in the hospital so if y'all haven't seen it there are going to be some spoilers.

I'd like to dedicate this to the 911 people who came and saved my life the other day (don't ask), to my sister who was smart enough to call them, to my parents for not complaining about the bill and being happy that I'm still alive, and for all the people in the ER that were taking care of me, I know you were really busy.

CHAPTER 1: NOT OKAY

"You have no clue what I go through everyday. What I'm going through right now. You call yourself my sister, but you don't even know the first thing about me." Audrey Liela yelled at her older sister Mallory Liela. Mallory had platinum blonde hair, which was usually hung messily around her face, dull blue eyes, and a short and slender frame. Audrey on the other had had brown hair, which was usually in a slick back ponytail, sharp blue eyes, and a tall and strong but slim frame.

"What you go through? I go through much worse," Mallory replied.

"Oh yeah, that's right, you forgot where you put your favorite pair of stilettos and I think it was yesterday when you broke your nail. Yeah, all hail the Queen of the Conquering," Audrey said sarcastically while dramatically waving her arms. She shook her head, "you're so full of shit."

"Am I? I'm 26 and at least I have a bright future unlike you. You are 23, you have no husband, no fiancé, and you don't even have a boyfriend."

"I've had enough! Everyday I've put up with your bitching and I've put up with your nagging so now I've had enough," Audrey said turning and walking out the doors of 1978 French chateau like house that her sister owned to the black corvette that she herself owned.

"As long as I still have you baby," Audrey said to the car as she gunned the engine, "I'll be just fine."

She pulled into the hospital's staff parking lot a while later, still slightly fuming. She took a deep breath calming herself down a little, grabbed her purse, walked into the great white doors of the hospital, got dressed into the blue hospital scrubs the staff was required to wear, slipped into her white lab coat, and reported to the nurse station to see if there was a case for her.

"Hey Nelly," Audrey said to one of the nurses, "anything interesting?"

"Hey Audrey, yeah we have a case in room 104, Dell's already there but she said she was going to need some more help."

"Ok, thanks, see ya later Nelly." She grabbed a clipboard and headed to room 104. "Dr. Kaur," Audrey said addressing the other doctor in the room, her friend Dell, while still acknowledging the patient and the patient's friend or family member.

"Dr. Liela," Dr. Kaur replied.

Audrey suppressed a smile; it always made her laugh how doctors were supposed to address each other with patients around. "What have we got here?"

"28 year old male, internally bleeding, unconscious, possibly comatose."

Audrey nodded scribbling some of the information down onto the clipboard. "What happened?" she asked the man nearby.

"We got into a car crash," he answered.

Audrey nodded. "We're going to have to have you fill this out Mr.…." she trailed off pulling a form off the clipboard.

"Winchester. Sam Winchester," he said taking the form.

"Well Mr. Winchester, we're going to have you fill out that form then we're going to run some tests on your…"

"Brother."

"We're going to run some tests on your brother and we'll do our best to make sure your brother is going to be okay. You can feel free to call any friends or family members if you want to."

"Our dad's in the other room, he was in the car too."

"Okay," Audrey said nodding. The other doctor finished recording information on her clipboard and left.

"Tell me if you need anything, Mr. Winchester," Audrey said turning to leave the room.

"Dr. Liela," he said.

"Yes, Mr. Winchester?" Audrey asked glancing back.

"You can call me Sam."

"Okay Sam," she said leaving the room and catching up with the other doctor.

"Hey," Dell said.

"Hey. Did you see that guy? He is so hot!" Audrey exclaimed.

"No doctor/patient relations. Besides, he's unconscious." Dell said.

"The other guy."

"I didn't notice."

"How could you not? Oh that's right, your parents have arranged a marriage for you."

"I love that color on you, where's you get it?" Dell said changing the subject.

"I've always had it."

"You did?"

"Yes. I was telling you about a year ago that I put a layer of Antique Mauve then a layer of Mauvy Night and relayered it with Antique Mauve again."

"So that's what that was?"

Audrey gave her a blank stare.

"What? I haven't been thinking."

"You never are."

"Have you visited your mom lately?"

"NO!! I'm not going to either," Audrey said.

"Why not? I thought you loved your mother."

"I do, but I don't."

Dell looked at her for an explanation.

"She may have cancer, but she's still as scary as she always is."

"I thought you weren't scared of anything."

"I'm not, but if I find something just a little scary then we're in trouble."

"So you're not going to visit her because she's a little scary?" Dell asked.

"No, I'm not going to visit her because I'm like fire or poison to her. Some people are so screwed up."

Dell just looked at her.

"Fine, I'll go visit her." Audrey said turning around and heading up the stairs.

Sam had gotten himself another cup of coffee and was heading back to Dean's room when he heard yelling and screaming coming from a room on the way. He would have speed up his pace and walked faster but when he saw that Dr. Liela was inside, he slowed down instead.

"What happened to you? You've gotten weak. You disappoint me. What happened to you?" the other woman inside the room asked.

"You wanna know what happened to me mother? You happened. This happened. Someone would have taken care of you if you hadn't alienated all of your friends and almost all of your family. So I had to step up and take care of you. Me. Your youngest daughter, of all the millions and billions of people in the world, had to take care of you. The one person who already has too many things to take care of," Dr. Liela said.

"Then don't give me the surgery. Let me die."

"I don't want to put killing my mother on top of something else that happens to me," Dr. Liela yelled, storming out of the room, not seeing Sam and almost crashing into him.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Are you okay?" he asked noticing how eyes were starting to brim with tears.

"You know what Sam? No, I'm not okay. I wish people would stop asking me that," she said before turning and walking briskly away.

Hey hope you liked it, please review. I might not be able to update really soon, but I will update. Sry to those who are reading my other stories, I know I never exactly finish my ideas and leave you hanging way too much.