Hey there, pops :) It has been a while since I uploaded this. Things are heating up xD I hope you like this part.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, but gosh, I think this would've made a good movie for the serie *-*

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He had got an annoying habit of counting the drops of medicine in the IV bottle as he was waiting. Despite the fact that he was seemingly recovering fast, the doctor said that they would wait to extract the needle until the medicine was completely finished.

Where was the girl that supposedly walked in with him, anyway? What was taking her so damn long?

His thoughts wandered to Sam, and he started drumming his fingers on the bars of the bed, too, in full rhythmic harmony with the drops of medicine. What was the possibility that after some stupid thing happening to him, Sam dropped him to the hospital with some chick they rescued, and took off after the hunt himself? What was the possibility that while he was right there, secured and taken care of at the hospital, Sam was lying somewhere, broken, injured... In need of his help...

He immediately stopped tapping his fingers and turned his gaze to the door when someone knocked on it.

A petite - looking girl came in, maybe 5'4", if not less. She looked much, much younger than him, she had to be at the beginning of her twenties at the most. Dean only had the chance of getting a glimpse of her hazel green eyes before she gave a cry of relief and rushed up to him.

'Oh, Dean! Thank God - I was so worried!'

He was almost choked when the girl flunged herself at him, her dark hair flying everywhere around her. Dean tried his very best but couldn't help a small whimper as something on his chest screamed with pain. She immediately withdrew when she heard that, looking a little embarrassed.

'Sorry,' she said sheepishly. 'I was just so relieved when you... well...'

Dean looked at her face for a long second, frowning slightly. Why does she seem so damn familiar?

'Are we... involved?' he asked finally, confusion coating his tone.

The girl looked confused herself for a second, then started laughing. 'Yeah, you doofy, we are engaged.' His eyes widened almost comically, which made her giggle more. 'Oh come on. Even you don't fall for that, and you know me.'

'Know?...' God, that must have been one tough night.

'Seriously, Dean, stuff it,' she said playfully, but there was also a hurt tone in her voice. 'I was there when you got hurt, remember? I know you didn't hit your head, so stop acting like you don't remember me, because you piss me off.'

Something about the way she said that caught his attention quickly. 'Are you a hunter?'

The girl threw her arms up. 'No, because, you know, we haven't been hunting since forever. And you certainly didn't drag me out of med school to find daddy dearest.'

'Whoa, wait, back up there,' the older hunter exclaimed as he sat up a little more straight, grimacing as the movement caused pain. 'Look, I don't know who you are, but I need to find my brother, so if you can just...'

The girl crossed her arms, and Dean couldn't help but think this is part of a defensive mode. 'Dean, we don't have a brother.'

'Yeah, first off, there is no such thing as 'we', okay? Now, I don't know whether you are a shapeshifter or a demon or something, but this game you are trying to pull off, it is not gonna work.'

'Why are you saying these stuff to me?' the girl said and hugged herself a little tighter, her eyes watering. Dean felt a little nudge of regret for making her sad, but it was easy to shake off.

'I don't know, maybe because whatever mojo you're doing is keeping me here!'Dean almost shouted, unable to control his irritation. 'Now why don't you cut the crap and face me off like a... the... the monster you are!'

He was almost out of bed now, and the machine beside him started to beep more irregularly.

'Look, I got it, okay, you're confused, but you should calm down, or you will have a stroke.' the girl said, her voice a little shaky. 'You came out of a difficult surgery...'

'The hell with it.' The older hunter dangled his feet out of the bed and yanked the IV out of his arm. 'I'm going to find Sam, and you're not gonna stop it, whoever you are.'

'Samantha Winchester. Your sister. Your Sammy...' A single tear rolled down to the girl's cheek. 'Don't you remember...'

'Stuff it.' Dean snapped as he searched the closet for his stuff, his voice anything but gentle. 'Stop it, or I swear I will make you bleed, hunter or not.'

Without another word, he got out of the room and slammed the door behind. He needed to get as far away as possible from the impostor.

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'Sam Dubois?' the girl at the information desk asked cheerfully, smiling at him. 'You mean the girl who came in with you?'

'Wha-?' Dean blinked. 'No, not her... Samuel Dubois, he is, uh... He is my brother.'

The girl frowned slightly as she did more research on the computer. 'I'm sorry, sir, nobody with this name checked in, but your sister was in with several deep cuts along with you...'

'She was wh...' Dean shook his head, it wasn't important. He hated the fact that for some unfathomable reason, worry began to eat him up after what this girl told her. He was not going to worry about an impostor. 'I just want to make sure he is okay...'

'You know what, if you have his number, you can try to call him from over there.' the nurse said helpfully, indicating the collective phone to the side. Dean nodded his gratitude and walked over there.

His hands were shaking as he hastily dialed the number that was associated with Sam Dubois. He was very lucky to remember all the numbers they have.

'The number you have called is out of service. Please try to call again later.'

Dean frowned, momentarily motionless. He tried another number just to see whether or not he had remembered the number wrong. None of the numbers he remembered worked, though. There was definitely something wrong with that. For one last resort, he tried his brother's own number.

He couldn't reach it, either.

Frustrated, he slammed the receiver to the phone and turned back, bringing his hands to his face. At that time, his cell phone began ringing. He took it out of his pocket, confused.

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'...and that's what I remember last. I don't know, I thought I was supposed to wake up in a hospital, or our apartment, but... will you please stop staring at me like that?'

Bobby and Sam was sitting right across Dean with their mouths open, gaping at him as he told his story. Dean was beginning to get furious, restless - why do these people keep bugging him with pointless questions while he was supposed to be looking for his sister?

Bobby cleared his throat and rubbed his eyes. 'Okay, so... What you're saying is there is a female hunter besides you...'

'Who happens to be my sister.' Dean said boredly, rolling his eyes.

Shaking his head, Sam sprung up from the bed. 'I'm gonna grab a beer.'

'Make it a six-pack, would you?' Bobby mumbled, slightly frowning.

When Sam walked out of the door in a huff, Bobby got up and nervously walked over to Dean's side. When no sign of objection was shown, he sat down on the bed.

'Son...' Dean turned his head to look at him. 'what the hell is wrong with you?'

'Keep asking me that and there will be,' the younger replied non-chalantly. 'I mean - come on, what am I supposed to do? Lie? To pretend I am related to someone I don't even know?'

'Son, is there something you are hiding from us? You got hurt, maybe a concussion? Maybe we should get you checked at a hospital?'

'Hell, that's what I've been talking about! I was shot on that last hunt...'

'No, you weren't, Sam would've told that! And since when are you using 'Hell' again?'

'What, is there a law preventing me from using that word?'

'No - just... You don't use it ever since you were brought back from Hell.'

Bobby stopped short when he saw Dean was staring blankly at him. 'Uh... come again?'

'Brought back from hell? Not a year ago? By Cass? Does it remind you anything?'

'W... w - wa - wait - this is not possible - we faced off with the Yellow Eyed Demon with Dad and Sammy a year ago. I almost died...'

'Dean,' Bobby said slowly, cutting into the younger's frantic talk. 'that was almost three years ago.'

'God, that's stupid!' Dean sprang to his feet. 'I'm getting out of here, I don't need you freaks to find Sammy.'

'Dean no, wait!'

When Dean opened the door, he suddenly came face to face with a pair of sea blue eyes. Before he could say anything, he felt a light tap on his forehead, and everything went dark.

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'Hello?' Dean answered the phone skeptically. The caller ID said Marvel Sky, of whom he had never heard of before, not to mention talk.

'Son? Where the hell are you?'

He had to pull the phone back due to the loud voice, and he crumpled his face while he answered. 'Why? Where the hell should I be?'

'Sammy just called me, and...'

'Wait, Sammy?' Dean asked immediately. 'Do you know where he is? Is he hurt?'

'Dean, I swear if your head wasn't attached to your shoulder you would've lost it already. She is in the same hospital with you, remember?'

'Look miracle, or whatever your name is, I'm talking about my brother, you got me? If you have him or did something to him, I swear to God...'

He heard a mighty laugh from the other end of the line, which got to his nerves more. 'Kid, I must say, it's good to hear that you're back on your graces. But since when do you mistake Sammy's identity?'

'Son of a bitch, I don't have to listen to you.' Dean growled before he ended the call. This day was going to drive him crazy if he wouldn't have a word about it soon.

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