Warnings about this story: Suicide attempts/talk about suicide, depression, cursing, Chick flick moments *horrified screaming* (I edited some of this chapter. I realized how poorly written it was. I'll probably finishing editing this week)
I open my eyes and startle slightly at the blankness of the room I'm in. Is this a hospital? Oh, shit. The car wreck. I throw my feet over the side of the bed and look around at my empty room, shifting my jaw. I hop off the bed and scratch at the blue hospital pants I have on, before walking into the hallway. I guess the wreck wasn't too bad if I'm barely even feeling anything. Where is everyone?
"Sam. Dad. Anyone?" I ask, seeing everyone look straight past me. I roll my eyes and go to find a nurse's station, walking down the staircase.
"Excuse me. Hi. I, uh, i think I was in a car accident, my dad and my brother, I just need to find them." I say, looking around for a second before looking back to the unresponsive nurse. I sigh and look at her expectantly.
"Hello?" I ask again, snapping my fingers in front of her. She still doesn't respond and I start getting freaked out. I look around at the people not even looking at me and sprint back up the stairs, going back to my room. I enter the doorway and see myself. Laying on the bed with tubes and needles everywhere, unconscious.
Samantha's POV
Right now, I'm in middle age man's room. He's laying in the hospital bed His youngest son is in here too. Though, they don't know I'm in here. Sounds creepy, right? But, it's not that creepy. Because I am, currently, a ghost. And the two guys I'm watching are currently fighting about some demon killing gun and a boy named Dean. Which I gathered from the information papers is that Dean is Samuel Winchester's older brother and John Winchester's eldest son. He's also in a coma, so I should be seeing him pretty soon, since I am also in a coma. I shift in the, would be, uncomfortable hospital chair, if I were awake and not a spirit. The two argue some more about the demon again and I find myself focusing on the conversation. I know what you might be thinking, The idiots are talking about a demon right in front of you and you're not freaking out, why? Well it might be because 1) I am in fact an actual fucking ghost right now, or 2) because sometimes, I have visions too. Or I can hear people's thoughts. It's pretty fucking painful when it happens though, imagine someone hitting you in the head with a hammer, with nails attached onto that said hammer.
As the younger son, Samuel, starts to leave, another man walks in. He has short dark blonde hair, deep green eyes, like mine, and full lips. He's pretty cute. Ew, stop Samantha. He's like ten years older than you. I scold myself and watch as he looks at his father first, not speaking, then to me, his eyes squinting in question. I guess he's already realized he's not an actual body.
"So you're Dean." I observe, causing him to look at me like I'm a gift from god, or whatever power is out there.
"You can see me?" He asks, a small smile forming on his, seemingly boyish, face. I shrug, acting nonchalant even though I'm practically bursting with excitement on the inside, and get up off of the cheap hospital chair. I still can't get over not feeling anything, or even leaving an indention when I sit on something.
"What can I say? I'm a half-spirit thing too. How are you?" I ask sarcastically. He sends me a half-smirk, half-smile thing and leans against the wall, next to the doorway.
"Never better. How old are you, kid?" He asks and I think for a moment, looking at the ground. Birthdays were never a big thing in the family, and I sometimes get confused with my actual age. People always say that 'I'm too mature for my age,' or 'You're turning nineteen this year, right?'. I finally come to a conclusion after doing a quick add up in my mind and look back up towards Dean.
"I'm pretty sure I'm fifteen. Yeah, I'm fifteen." I say and he reels his spirit head back in surprise. Maybe because I look older, like I said before, people always assume that I'm way older than I really am. He looks me over, glancing at my blue hospital pants and grey T-shirt, same as his except he has a white shirt.
"You're only fifteen? What happened to you for you to be in here? What's your name?" He asks. Slow down with your questions, bud. I give a bitter laugh and watch as his dad looks around the room bare room before looking down at a journal in his hands.
"My name is Samantha, yes I'm only fifteen, and I took a bottle of pills." I reply, biting the inside of my ghost cheek. It's silent for a while and I'm about to mojo myself out of here before he looks at me sympathetically.
"Why?" He asks casually. I wince, not wanting to be called crazy either but, fuck it. I'm a ghost, you can't regret things when you're a ghost...I think.
"I'm crazy." I mutter and he tips his head in confusion, looking at me again.
"Why do you think that? Is Charles Manson telling you to do stuff or something?" He smiles at his own joke. I roll my eyes and decide to play a little game with him. I set my face like stone and look straight ahead, like I'm reliving something horrible in my mind.
"He told me I had to kill the pizza man. I had no choice." I say completely serious. He looks at me with wide-eyes before giving me a 'really?' look. I smile, laughing slightly, and shake my head as I walk to the other side of the doorway, meeting Dean's eyes.
"No, but I had these vision things. I saw people die and every once in awhile I could even hear their thoughts. You know, I actually saw some car get T-boned. It was like three days ago, so I saw it while I was a spirit and I couldn't be more thankful for being half-dead. It didn't hurt at all." I say, wincing as I say a sentence I never, ever thought I would say. Ever. I don't even notice as Dean's mouth falls open in surprise, looking at me in shock.
"That was us! You're one of the psychic kids, like Sammy!" He exclaims and I recall Samuel talking about 'What do you think the demon meant by he has plans for me and others like me?' That must be the Sammy Dean's talking about.
"Wow. That semi totally crushed your car! I saw Sammy totally freak out when the helicopter was going up." I say, amazed at the coincidence that another psychic kid would somehow be in the same hospital as me. Dean's face falls at the mention of the car and I can't help but wonder if that car was more than just a car to him.
"He prefers Sam. But, I'm his older brother so I can call him whatever I want. If he catches you calling him Sammy he'll totally go all 'Me is adult. You no call me Sammy!' on you." He says in a caveman voice and I grin, my dimples appearing. His eyes catch onto them and he smiles back, getting a faraway look in his eyes.
"You have the same dimples as him."
"You're so adorable when you talk about your little bro. But, I'll call him Sam from now on." I promise, thinking that I won't even get to say hi to Sam. Because, if I wake up before Dean, I'm going to have to check myself out of the hospital to make sure my parents aren't drinking themselves to death. And, if I wake up after Dean, the same thing will happen. Dean must catch me frowning though because he asks me what's wrong. I consider my options of telling him the truth for a second before realizing that I probably won't see this guy again after he wakes up, so I might as well.
"I'm just realizing that when I wake up, I'm going to be stuck in the same hell." I mutter and he frowns, looking into the hallway as a nurse walks by.
"You're a psychic, right?" He asks and I nod, wondering where he's going with this.
"Alright. Well Sam, dad, and I kinda have this job where we gank monsters. Y'know saving people, hunting things. Apparently the Winchester family business." He says and I nod after a few seconds of silence, waiting for him to explain what he's talking about. "Well, we could help you with the vision stuff. We could teach you some tricks of the trade. Teach you how to hunt and all that, we don't know what the psychic's are meant for." He explains and I nod again, gaping at his offer.
"Sounds like a badass job. I'll do it." I say and he smirks slightly before resting back against the wall.
"Alright. When I wake up, I'll give my number to the nurse's desk and if you wake up, we can come pick you up." He promises. I smile and nod, letting the silence consume us awhile until it finally gets too much and I have to get away.
"You know, I'm going to check up on some things." I say before vanishing back to my room, leaving the guy behind with his dad.
Dean's POV
I glare at my dad, wondering why he's not even trying to help me. I've always done what he said. Look after Sammy, didn't complain when I had to shoot my first werewolf at the age of nine, never complained about having to live a life of throwing away my own happiness for others, followed his every order, never even considered the idea of going to college. I became his soldier. I remember making my first shotgun in the sixth grade, waiting patiently for dad to come back and congratulate me. He came stumbling in after a few hours of me watching the door, I didn't mention the gun because he would've told me to stop asking for attention. But, he finally noticed. He asked me what it was. I told him. He told me to go to bed, I was an idiot for paying more attention to an object than Sammy. I replied 'yes, dad' on accident. He told me 'it's, yes sir.' I said, 'yes, sir' and went to bed, thinking that dad was right. I was just an attention whore and I should only focus on the job and Sammy. So I did. But, now when I need dad the most, he's not doing anything, after everything I've sacrificed for him.
"Come on, Dad. You've gotta help me. I've gotta get better, I've gotta get back in there. I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything? Aren't you even going to say anything?" I grunt out, willing for my father to hear me begging for his help, so I can get back to Sam. I'm not done here.
"I've done everything you have ever asked me. Everything. I have given everything I've ever had. And you're just going to sit there and you're going to watch me die? I mean, what the hell kind of father are you?" Of course, the question falls on deaf ears. I could scream myself hoarse. He won't hear. After a second of that sinking in, I sigh, and pause when I hear a noise down the hallway. Like something heavy falling.
"What was that?" I wonder, aloud and run back into the hallway, looking round for the source. For a moment, it's completely silent, like nothing ever happened until I feel something, a spirit maybe, whoosh past me and I spin around, finding a white cloud of energy gliding past me. I look back in the room, almost groaning when I see my dad oblivious to the encounter.
"I take it you didn't see that." I mutter and starts stalking towards the spirit, meeting the sounds of a woman calling for help. I run into the nurse's office and find a brunette laying on the ground, her chest heaving as she tries to breathe. This must of been the sound I heard earlier.
"Hey! I need someone in here!" I yell into the hallway, although it's hopeless. Of course nobody comes and I turn back to the dying woman, feeling guilt wash over me as I try to help but find that it does no good. Dammit, being a spirit is hell!
"I can't… breathe." She gasps once final sentence then, her chest stops moving and she's gone.
A while later, I'm standing in my dad's room, thinking about anything but the nurse, when Samantha walks in, looking exhausted. If that's even possible for spirits...
"Something just tried to kill me." She finally mutters after a few moments of silence. I spin towards her and raise my eyebrows as she just leaves it at that, not giving me any more information.
"What?" I almost yell and she shrugs. Jeez, is that her signature move or something? I've seen her shrug more this past two hours then I've seen my dad smile.
"Something was above me, and it started like eating my soul. We collided and it disappeared." She explains simply. Again, it falls silent and I shake my head, knowing I won't get anything more from her. I go to ask her another question but the familiar sight of my brother stops me. I feel the familiar guilt from earlier rush over me and I look desperately at Sam hoping maybe his weirdo psychic thing will allow him to hear me.
"Sammy! Tell me you can friggin' hear me, man, there's something in the hospital. Now, you've got to bring me back and we've got to hunt this thing. Sam!" I yell and Samantha gives me a cheesy smile. She kind of reminds me of Sam when we were in High school. Though, she has boobs and Sam didn't. But, to my own disappointment, Sam doesn't hear me, instead he storms over to the window brewing in his own anger silently. I watch as dad looks towards him and observes him for a moment before stating the obvious.
"You're quiet." Samantha rolls her eyes as Sam whirls around before throwing the bag he was holding, onto dad's bed. Pure anger on his face, though there's a hint of fear there too.
"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Sam asks, his jaw set in anger. I sigh, knowing that dad probably did something stupid, and of course Sam found out. Because he's a nosy bitch. This is going to lead to another fight. Dad goes for a look of innocence and looks from Sam back to the bag before speaking.
"What are you talking about?" He asks and Sam tips his head in frustration.
"That stuff from Bobby, you don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one! You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some stupid macho showdown?!" Sam booms and Samantha and I both startle slightly, I don't think I've ever seen Sam this angry. For a second, I wonder if the nurses are going to come in and see what's happening, but no one dares to come.
"I have a plan, Sam." Dad tries defending himself and Sam shakes his head slightly, I can already see tears glistening in his eyes. I'm so lost in trying to think about what dad's doing that I jump when Samantha leans over and whispers to me.
"Want me to throw a sock at them or something?" She offers and I smile slightly, thankful for her joking and shake my head. I might consider it if the fighting gets any worse.
"Not yet." I mutter and she nods her head in understanding before she, steps closer to Sam. And that already tells me that she'll be a loyal friend. Even though she hasn't even talked to Sam, she put herself between him and dad, who she thinks is the problem. It may look like a small step to everyone else but to me, she looks like she's ready to protect Sammy if the situation calls for it.
"That's exactly my point! Dean is dying, and you have a plan! You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!" Sam yells back, and I find myself trying to stop their fight, like usual, even though they can't hear me.
"No, no, no, guys, don't do this!" I say, willing for Sam to get some mojo feeling from me or from Samantha or anything.
"Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean." Dad says, overlapping my dead voice.
"How? How is revenge going to help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself, it's the same selfish obsession!" Sam fires back and I shake my head, annoyed that even though I'm in a coma and they can't hear me, I'm still trying to stop them from going at each other's throats.
"Come on guys, don't do this!" I yell and start to think that maybe Samantha throwing a sock at them might be better.
"You know, it's funny, I thought it was your obsession too! This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of this hunt. Now if you'd killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened." Dad says and even though Samantha doesn't even know what's really going on, she glares at dad before flipping him off.
"It was possessing you, Dad, I would have killed you too." Sam exclaims, glaring at dad, unaware to Samantha's antics.
"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now." Dad says and I feel red-hot anger course through me from that one sentence. Anger at dad for lashing out on Sam, anger at Sam for pushing dad, anger at myself for being in a damn coma!
"Shut up, both of you!" I scream and Samantha makes a gesture, asking about the sock thing again.
"Go to hell." Sam says, the tears even more evident in his eyes. I fight everything in me not to let Samantha hurl something at them, just so Sam wouldn't have to hear this shit.
"I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake, I knew I was wrong —" Dad starts saying again but again, I interrupt feeling the same anger course through me.
"I said Shut up!" I scream, and throw all of my frustration into the glass of water, making it shatter on the ground. They both stop and Samantha looks at me worriedly before flicking Sam's ear, causing him to wince slightly. Both of the boys stare at where the spilled water is though before they look at each other, confused as to what happened. All while I stare at the glass in shock.
"Dude, I full-on Swayze'd that mother." I say, causing a laugh to bubble out of Samantha. Then the next thing I know, I'm crumbling to the ground, flickering, in pain.
Samantha's POV
"Dean!" I yell, gliding over to him, he doesn't even notice though. This can't happen. I've just started to actually like him. I try and touch him but to no avail. He's still flickering and grunting while nurses and doctors are rushing past the doorway. I know what's happening, this is what just happened to me when I was getting attacked by the spirit thing. The flickering continues for a minute until Dean finally stops flickering for a second and looks up at me.
"What is it?" He asks and I shrug, not knowing what to do, before we start walking towards the hallway to see what's going on. He stays behind for a moment though to listen to his family.
Sam walks past me to Dean's doorway, leaning against the doorway as he listens to monitors beeping and watches the doctor try to resuscitate him. The sight is horrifying, one of my worst nightmares if this were my brother.
"All clear." The doctor says and they start to try and resuscitate him again. I hear a broken mutter of 'no' from Sam, looking back I see tears glistening in his eyes. I flinch at the sound of another attempt to save Dean and look around frantically. What can I do? I hear the doctors mutter pulse numbers and complicated demands behind me as Sam watches, terrified. I turn back and to look at Dean's body and find the ghostly figure above him the same time as Dean notices.
"Get the fuck away from him!" I scream, the same time Dean yells,
"You get the hell away from me." We share a look and move closer to the bed, trying to get her off of him.
"We said get back!" We both yell, and Dean latches on momentarily before it hurls him back and then soars it out of the room, not sparing any of us a look. I glance wide-eyed at Dean, then to the hallway where Sam is standing.
"We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm." The doctor demands and I can feel the relief spread throughout the room. I go out into the stark hallway, looking for the mysterious spirit, while Dean walks up to his little brother.
"Don't worry, Sammy. I'm not going anywhere. I'm getting that thing before it gets me. It's some kind of spirit, but I could grab it. And if I can grab it, I can kill it." He says. I smile at the brotherly bond they have and keep an eye out for any more trouble. I look back to the boys just in time to see Sam glance straight at Dean's ghost with furrowed eyebrows, making Dean and I both look at him hopeful. But, just like my luck, Sam shakes his head before looking back to Dean's body. I wince as I hear another nurse come in my room. I listen for awhile before hearing the words 'awake' and glance at Dean.
"I'll be back." I mutter, and disappear again.
By the time I get back from listening to the nurse's talk to me, Deans nowhere to be found. So instead of searching the hospital for a third time, I decide to sit in John's room, since Dean will probably come back here sometime.
"What do you mean, you felt something?" I hear John ask Sam. I focus back on them and wonder if I have enough Mojo to talk to them. I decide I'm going to wait a few minutes, then I'll try.
"I mean it felt like, like Dean. Like he was there, just out of eyeshot or something. I don't know if it's my psychic thing or what, it... But do you think it's even possible? I mean, do you think his spirit could be around?" Sam explains, and I figure now's a best of time of any. I focus everything in me on my head and I feel my body tingle as I start to appear.
"What the hell!?" Sam exclaims, sprinting to a bag that no doubt has weapons in it. John doesn't appear to do anything though, instead he looks at me quizzically.
"Hey." I say and Sam stops, looking at me weirdly. I knew I would get this kind of reaction, from what Dean told me, they're like professional monster hunters or something. So I guess I could be considered one. I look down at my visible clothes and my tangled hair in a messy bun.
"Who are you?" John asks and I shrug. Sam relaxes slightly, but still stands on edge next to the closet.
"I'm Samantha. I've been talking to Dean." I say and Sam looks at me wide-eyed, stepping closer. He's really desperate for Dean to wake up.
"Where is he? Is he a spirit? Are you?" Sam asks, excitedly. I fight the words trough my confused ghost skull and try to answer them correctly.
"I don't know. Right after Dean was resuscitated, I heard something going on in my room and I left. When I got back, he was gone. And we're kind of….out of body experiences." I say, although my words are slurring slightly. Right then, Dean walks through the door, looking sort of shell-shocked. As he walks in though, I straighten and give him a small smile, happy to see him again. Sam and John both look where I'm looking, and look back at me.
"Is he here?" John asks and Dean looks at John with wide-eyes, hope rolling around in his eyes. I nod and startle when I feel my energy dying down. Dammit, I shouldn't have used my energy switching channels on the TV earlier!
"I.. go.." Is all I get out, before I go back to being invisible again. I just now notice how cold it is to be a ghost and how alone you feel. All the time. This isn't really helping me with my depression right now. I turn back to the boys and wince when I see the disappointed looks on their faces.
"Could they see you?" Dean asks and I nod, walking next to him, watching the boys talk about how to communicate with us before Sam walks out, and saying he has to get something.
"I figured if I could move hospital beds, I could maybe talk to them for a few seconds." I say, shrugging, knowing I failed to even do anything. Dean gives me a small, awkward, smile and leans against the wall. Is that his signature move or something? Jeez.
"You're awesome." Dean says and I give him a false smile before he talks again, meeting my eyes. "I just met another person."
"Good job. I'm happy you're making friends Dean. Invite him over for dinner." I say, sarcastically. Dean glares at me, not amused.
"No. I mean, another spirit thing that can see us." He explains. I just shrug and walk next to him.
"Oh. Where is he?" I ask, looking around. My whole time here, I've only met two people and one of them was Dean. The other one was a little girl, but then she disappeared so I'm not sure what happened there.
"Probably in her room." He explains and it falls silent again.
We both escaped into Dean's room a few minutes ago. We've been playing Never Have I ever. His decision, of course. So far I've learned that Dean has dealt with vampires, sneaked into a club once and his dad saved him, and killed bloody Mary. He's learned that I've smoked a cigarette once, I've got arrested for stealing diapers for my nephew, and I've never played bloody Mary. Dean goes to ask another question but Sam comes in the room, holding a large brown paper bag.
"Hey. I think maybe you're around. And if you are, don't make fun of me for this, but um, well, there's one way we can talk." Sam says awkwardly. Dean and I look at each other, wondering what he's going to do. Sam pulls out a box labeled "Mystical Talking Board", and Dean crosses his arms, giving Sam a 'are you freaking kidding me?' look. I press my lips together, forcing myself not to laugh.
"Oh, you gotta be kidding me." Dean mutters, voicing what I just thought his face said. A high-pitched laugh escapes from me and I cringe at the sound. I've laughed more this past few hours with Dean then I have in the last ten years. Dean glares at me and I hold my hands up, trying to look innocent. He glances back to his brother as he sets the Ouija board up.
"Dean? Samantha? Dean, are you here?" Sam asks and I chuckle again, ignoring Dean's look this time.
"God,I feel like I'm at a slumber party." Dean grumbles and lowers both of us next to the board, across from Sam. "All right, Sam. This isn't going to work." Dean denies and I roll my eyes, waiting to see Dean's shocked look when it does. Dean places his fingers on the pointer along with Sam before he starts moving it to 'Yes', gaping as it moves. There it is! I think as both of the brothers make stupid shocked faces.
"I'll be damned." Dean mutters and Sam releases a relieved laugh. I smile and lean back on my phantom heels, watching the amazed brothers.
"It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean." Sam says and Dean smirks, still staring at the board.
"Damn straight."
"Tell him about that spirit thing." I whisper, although I don't know why I'm whispering, and Dean nods in agreement, moving the pointer so he spells out hunt, while Sam reads it aloud.
"Dean, what? H? U? Hunt? Hunting? What, are you hunting?" Sam says and I make Dean move over, wanting to try. He glares at me but doesn't try to take it back over. He mouths at me what to say. I move the pointer over to the yes and smile when Sam makes another gasping sound, thing.
"It's in the hospital, what you're hunting? Do, do you know what it is?" Sam asks and I sigh, already feeling my body tingle with the loss of energy.
"One question at a time, dude." I mutter and wait for Dean to tell me what to say.
"What is it?" Sam asks and Dean mouths at me again. I move the pointer to the letters R, E, A, and P.
"A reaper. Dean. Is it after you?" Sam asks I move the pointer to yes before Dean can even tell me to. "If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it." Sam says and Dean and I share a look.
"Yeah. You can't kill death." We both mutter and he shoots me a look when he say it exactly in sync. I breathe a laugh out but my mood gets somber when Sam talks again, Dean finishing his sentence.
"Man, you're, um."
"I'm screwed, Sam." Dean finishes and Sam jumps up, pacing around the room. He mutters about how's there's another way and that their dad will know, before leaving. Dean leans against the wall and I turn towards him.
"So. Where's your family? Have they visited?" He asks and I shrug again. Looking down at the stained ceramic tile.
"They visited a few times, until my parents got arrested for skipping court. My brothers in jail. My sister is in New York and my other sisters are in Canada. My uncle comes every once in a while, along with his kids." I say and he nods, looking straight at me.
"So. Are you serious about the hunting thing?" He asks and I look him straight in the eye, nodding.
"More than anything." I say, and I see a flash of a smile before he looks down at the tile, nodding.
"Well. We'll pick you up when you wake up." He says, and I recognize his word choice this time. Last time, he said 'if' I wake up. This time, he said 'when,' and I couldn't be happier. We don't talk for the rest of the time, until Sam walks in. He's holding a journal in his hands, and reading through it while glancing at Dean's unconscious body occasionally. Then, my body starts flashing.
"Dean." I whisper and he turns his head, looking at me wide-eyed. She's waking up! I hear in my ear and I open my mouth, not wanting to leave yet.
"I'm waking up. I'll be in here, right after I wake up." I promise and he forces a smile, nodding at me. Then, I'm opening my eyes, and I'm blinded by the lights. There's a group of people in my room, looking at me expectantly.
"Welcome back." A small, blond, chipper nurse says. I cough and wince at the dryness in my throat. A hand quickly reaches for a water bottle and the nurse hands me the bottle with a straw. I greedily take it and start chugging it down, only stopping to breathe.
"How are you feeling?" The only guy in the room asks, holding a clipboard in his hands.
"I'm alright. But, could you please not call my family? I want to surprise them." I lie, not wanting to let everyone know I'm awake.
Twenty minutes later, I finally get to leave the room. After multiple questions, numbers, and even more questions, they left. They said I should stay here for at least two more days, but fuck that. I got out of the bed a few minutes ago, and my bones just now stopped popping. I slowly walk the rest of the five feet to Dean's room and I see Dean's little brother standing on the side of Dean's bed, in front of the window, with his hands in his pockets.
"Hey." I say, my voice incredibly hoarse. He jumps and looks at me, recognition flashing in his eyes.
"Samantha, right?" He asks quietly. I lick my chapped lips and nod, walking closer to the bad and sitting in the cheap seat.
"Yeah. I just woke up." I whisper and he nods, staring at me. He sits in the chair on the other side and stares at his brother.
"So, you were talking to Dean?" he asks softly and I nod, shifting my right leg.
"Yeah. We talked about hunting and you, and killing Bloody Mary." I say and his eyes widen slightly. He clears his throat, and this time he talks louder.
"Wow. You're cool with that?" He asks and I shrug.
"I mean, yeah. Dean told me that we're both special kids…" I say and he stares at me, assessing me.
"What's your special talent?" He asks, sarcastically. I look around the room, hoping I might get to see Dean, but to no avail. Because I'm awake. And he's not.
"Visions. Sometimes I hear thoughts." I say, wincing at the insane day I've had . He nods his head and looks down at his shoes.
"You okay?" I ask and he shakes his head. I hear a sniffle and I desperately try to keep my emotions under control.
"We just started to be brothers again. I-I just don't want him to leave. Then, I'll be stuck with dad and we'll kill each other. He needs to be here." He says brokenly. I feel moisture well up in my eyes and one tear leaks out.
"He will. You should have heard him. He knows he's waking up. The way he talked about you… it was adorable. You're his rock. You just need to trust him." I say and he laughs, even though I can tell he shed a few tears.
"Thanks." He whispers and I shrug, looking at Dean's half-peaceful form.
"So. Dean said he's going to teach me how to hunt." I say, feeling awkward. He looks at me and raises his eyebrows.
"What about your family, kid?" He asks and I roll my eyes, laughing bitterly.
"I drove myself to the hospital in my sister's car when I took the bottle of pills. They just stopped giving a shit." I say and he gives me a sympathetic look before nodding.
"We'll be a happy little hunting family." He says and I laugh, remembering how Dean said the exact thing.
"You guys really are brothers." I mutter. He looks at me weirdly but stays silent. It stays the way for a while and eventually, I find my hand clasped onto Dean's other hand. I feel desperate right now. This has been the first time in years that I've actually held a conversation with anyone. I already consider him a good friend. And I'm furious at myself for letting that happen, because he'll leave me. Everyone does. But right now, I just woke up from a coma and I kind of feel like it's better to know him then never get the chance.
"Samantha. What are you doing out of bed?" I hear my doctor's stern voice ask and I jump, spinning around. Sam looks up at the doctor and winces at my predicament. As the guy looks at me with raised eye brows, I straighten my posture and smile slightly.
"I don't speak English." I say, lowering my voice to sound like a guy. I hear a laugh from behind me and the doctor smiles slightly. Is it just me or was that smile creepy as fuck? He walks in and sits in the chair next to me, while Sam and I share a slightly scared look. He fixes his white scrub jacket thing and glances at Dean. This guy seriously needs a shower, he reeks. And… did the temperature just drop because I'm fucking freezing, and I've swam in ice water and barely even felt the chill… so it must be pretty fucking cold. I look over and see Sam getting up, a panicked expression on his boyish face.
"Get away from him, Samantha!" He says and I immediately jump back from the chair, trusting Sam's judgment. I start to jog to Sam but then an invisible force crashes me into the wall and the breath gets knocked out of me. Shit, that fucking hurts. I gasp for breath and try to move away but I can barely even move my fingertips. The doctor, or whatever he is, has both hands up and I look to the opposite of Dean's bed to where Sam is stuck against the wall. He gets his head off of the wall and looks at me, almost apologetically. I look back to the doctor and his eyes turn yellow. Fuck, yellow eyes is a real guy. Not just a nightmare. I startle and hear Sam's enraged cry, but I'm too distracted remembering my time as a ghost. The conversation I had with Dean about special children and Sam and John's fight about some demon, this guy seems like he fits the bill.
"You're the guy who made us your special children." I say, with wide eyes. He turns his head and grins at me, snapping his fingers. I almost expect for my neck to snap but instead I fall to the ground and land on my ribs, causing me to cry out again.
"Yeah. Got plans for you. But, for now I need to fulfill my promise. Dean will be awake in a few minutes. I just needed to let you know, he will only remember you. Nothing else." He says, staring at me with his ghostly yellow-eyes. I gulp and nod before jumping up, only wincing slightly, and running towards him. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do but Sam is still pinned to the wall so I guess I gotta try to do something. But, before I reach him, he smirks and suddenly an ear-piercing scream fills the room. The doctor threw his head up and black-smoke leaked out of his mouth, disappearing down the hall. Suddenly, I hear a gasp and see Sam breathing heavily. I groan, and lay back down on the ground, holding my stomach.
"I'm sorry. I didn't really know what to do." I say and I see Sam shake his head, still breathing heavily. He must have been choked by the thing, that's why he wasn't talking.
"It's fine. We'll need to teach you everything… What did he mean to fulfill his promise?" He wonders aloud and I shrug, wishing Dean was awake. Sam walks over to me and holds his hand out, to help me up. I take it and hoist myself up, standing next to his tall form. I stare at the doctor's unconscious form before covering my mouth with my hands, wondering what the fuck I got myself into.