A few moments later a nurse walked in. You gave her a shy smile.

"It's good to see you awake," she says. "I'm going to go get the doctor, don't move."

You gave a look to your I.V practically saying you weren't going anywhere. Later a doctor came in and the nurse trailed behind with a tray of food. You gave a small grimace.

"How're you doing?" The doctor asked.

You blinked at him slowly. "Fine," You managed to say.

You didn't dare spare a glance at Dean, knowing what he was thinking.

"That's good, my partner here has something for you." The doctor let the nurse pass in front of him and she set the tray down on a flip up desk/table thing.

"Now, I need you to clean that plate." The doctor said.

You didn't know why they kept talking to you like you were five. You nodded anyways and the doctor turned to Dean.

"Sir, if we could speak for a moment." The doctor said.

Dean gave you a long look before following the doctor into the hallway. You could only stare at the tray with a look of disdain. Dean came back into the room and you could tell he wanted you to look at him. You stared at the wall in front of you instead.

"The doc says if you eat this and dinner, you can go home tonight." Dean said.

You nodded and brought your attention back to the tray of food. There was all of the food groups in hospital uniformity: green beans, an apple, a cup of yogurt, some weird cream paste that you assumed was oatmeal, and a slice of Salisbury steak.

"You gotta eat," Dean was practically reading your mind.

You did want to go and sleep in a bed that wasn't stiff and smelled like disinfectant. You picked up the fork and started cutting the meat. You took bites, but hated yourself for it. You vowed that tomorrow you would hide from Dean to avoid the calories.

You got through the meal and the nurse took the tray away. Dean turned the TV on and started watching whatever baseball game was on. He knew you weren't going to talk about this, at least not at the hospital. Dinner came around and you ate that too.

The doctor came in, checked whatever needed to be checked. He looked at you and smiled.

"Everything seems in order, so you are free to go. Just don't let this happen again." He lightly scolded while pulling the tubes and wires away from you.

You nodded and when he left you looked down at the hospital gown.

"I don't have clothes." You said, still not looking Dean in the eye.

"Yeah you do," Dean stood up and dropped a backpack lightly on the bed.

You stared at it with mild disbelief.

"Everything should be in there, I'll be in the hallway." Dean said.

You watched him walk out of the room. He closed the door and leaned his back against the window so no one could see in. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and placed your feet on the cold linoleum. You shivered and stood up. You were a bit shaky, but then again you were immobile for the past day and a half. You opened the backpack and dressed. You didn't feel like combing out your hair so you swept it up into a ponytail and pulled a hoodie over your head. You knocked on the door and Dean opened it for you. He looked you over and gave a small smile.

"Ready?" He asked.

You nodded and you noticed something in his eyes: remorse. He felt bad about this. And it was all your fault. You looked away from him and stayed a few steps away while you walked. You kept your head to the ground until you got to the impala covered in rain drops. The sky was still stormy, so there was hope for rain. You opened the passenger door and slid into the car. Dean didn't get in yet, but you could see his torso was close enough to the car to know what he was doing. You looked down as he opened the door. You could feel him looking at you, but you only fiddled with the strings of your hoodie. You turned your head to look out the window. Dean started the car soon after, and you headed back to a motel.

You got in and apparently there weren't any vacant rooms. You dropped your head to avoid Dean's questioning eyes. You walked behind him back to the room and he opened the door. You slid in and when Sam saw you, he rushed up and hugged you tightly. You stood there stiffly until he let go.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked you.

You nodded your response, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You could feel Dean scrutinizing your back. You walked over to the couch and sat down with your legs curled under you after you took your boots off. You knew Sam and Dean were nonverbally communicating. You stared down at your socks and felt tears sliding down your face. Yon furiously wiped them away. Weight shifted at the cushion next to the one you were on and you looked up just enough to see Dean's stomach and lower half. You turned towards the back of the couch. You heard a sigh and the weight left.

There was whispering and you couldn't make out the words. Next the door closed and you heard the impala start up. You guessed they had left. Of course. Neither wanted to be around you. You continued to cry, but you didn't wipe the tears away this time. You soon fell into sleep.