Chapter 3

I woke up in a hospital bed attached to a million wires. There was a steady beeping in the background. I took it that that was my heart beat. I tried to move. That was a bad idea. My side felt as if I set it on fire. I looked down only to see blankets. I painfully pulled down the blankets and pulled up my embarrassing flowered nightgown. There was a scar, pulled together by stitches right underneath my rib cage on the left side of my body.

I pulled my nightgown back down and looked around the room. It looked like any old hospital room I'd ever been in. White ceilings, white walls, bad smell and a whole lot of buttons and wires. I looked to my left to see that Sam was asleep on a little couch in front of a window. I was overwhelmed with joy. Thank God he's not dead, I thought. That got me thinking about Dean.

I tried to call out to Sam. My voice sounded distant and it hurt to talk. I tried again only to feel the same outcome. I looked at the sides of my bed. There was a big red button with a bell on it. I reached up and pushed it. A light over my head came on and I assume one came on outside my door too. Not long later a nurse came in wearing a red and black smock. I read her name tag. Savannah.

"Well you're finally awake. How are you doing?" She had short red hair and red, rectangular glasses. I wonder what her favorite color is, I thought to myself. I smiled.

"I'm in pain, but I guess that is to be expected when one just got stabbed in the side." Savannah smiled. She gave me a look as if to call me a know-it-all or something.

"Sorry Savannah. Humor is my way of dealing with things like this."

"Oh it's no problem. I actually get that a lot. And, please, call me Savvi."

"Ok Savvi. Uh…. Could you wake up my brother? I can't seem to call out loud enough." Savvi turned and looked at Sam. I could see her eyes light up. Of course she thinks he's hot. That's what everyone thinks of my brothers. She walked over to Sam.

"Excuse me," I heard her say. "Your sister is awake now." Sam shifted and opened his eyes. He looked right at me then burst up like he was never asleep in the first place.

"Holy crap, Jordan. You've been out for three days. You alright?" He rushed over to my bed side and grabbed hold of my hand.

"Yeah, I'm okay. What about Dean? Is he okay?" I held on tight to Sam's hand, even though it hurt like hell. Sam glanced back at Savvi. He came in close and kissed my forehead.

"He's fine." I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where is he?"

Sam looked away for a minute then looked back. "He feels really guilty about what he did. He hasn't even come here since you've been out. When the ambulance first showed up, they thought you were dead. Dean doesn't feel like he can face you again."

"Well he's crazy. I want to see him. I want to know that he's okay. It wasn't his fault. He was possessed." The last part I said in a whisper. I glanced over at Savvi. She was writing something on a chalkboard over by the door. "Call him and tell him I want to see him, now."

Sam stood up and took out his phone. While he dialed, he stepped out of the room. Savvi watched as he left making a point to look at his butt. I rolled my eyes and laid my head down. I heard Savvi's quiet footsteps as she walked over. I heard a mechanical noise as I started to rise. I opened my eyes and saw her pushing a button on the side of my bed. She stopped once I was in a sitting position. It hurt, but also felt good to be able to see without having to lift my head. She then proceeded to type really fast on a computer by my head.

I turned my head to the window and watched as an ambulance on code 3 pulled into the ER parking lot. I thought about the dream that I had while I was out. That man, Castiel, was a whack job. He was pretty cute though. Whatever, he's not real. I thought about what he told me.

"God sent me here to fix the problem and watch over you till your destiny is fulfilled."

My destiny? What destiny? And why would God care about me? I shook the thought from my head as I felt a pain in my upper arm. I turned back and saw that Savvi was taking my blood pressure.

"I know you were stabbed, but could you tell me how? I mean, was it an accident? Were you jumped or something?"

I looked over at her. She was still staring at the computer screen, typing away. I didn't know if I wanted to answer her. Obviously, I was going to lie. For some reason, I didn't want to lie to her, but it's not like I had any other choice.

"A little bit of both actually. I was attacked, but then I got hurt and I wasn't supposed to."

Sam came in just then, hands stuffed in his pockets. "Dean's on his way now. He was just driving around."

Savvi made it a point to leave here. Smart idea. Sam pulled a chair over to my bedside. I looked at him and smiled. He held my hand. I thought about the dream, wondering if I should tell him.

"I had a weird dream while I was out."

"That was probably because of the pain meds." He smiled that charming smile that made all the girls faint. I laughed back at him.

"No, Sam, I'm serious. It's made me think. I was nowhere and there was a chair and a table. All of a sudden there was a guy in a tan trench coat saying that he was an angel of God."

"Well you were, technically, dead for 15 seconds. Maybe you really met an angel."

"Sam, do you really think I would go to heaven. I've killed and stuff. I should have gone to hell if I did die. And plus he said that he was here to save me and that he was going to stay with me until I fulfilled my destiny."

Sam furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side. "Well that's kind of weird. But it was just a dream and you were on some heavy pain pills."

I tried to adjust myself in my bed. Of course, that was painful. Sam offered his help, but I stopped him. I told him I was fine and continued to try to and sit forward. I rolled my eyes. If I was in this condition now, how long would I have to stay in this hospital? As I moved myself forward, there was a knock on the door. Both Sam and I looked up to see Dean leaning on the door jam.

He didn't look like himself. His eyes were swollen and red and he stood as if he was unsteady on his feet. I couldn't help but smile.

"Dean!" I almost screamed. It hurt but I didn't care. I reached for him and motioned for him to come to me. He remained in his place and shook his head. "Dean, please, come to me. It wasn't your fault. It will never be your fault. Come here, please." I moved to the edge of my bed. I was in so much pain I wanted to cry, but I ignored it.

Dean took a step back. I could see a tear in his eye. "I don't want to hurt you again," he whispered.

"You never hurt me, Dean. It wasn't you. Please. I want you to come here. I can't come to you, but I want to be with you." I could feel tears behind. Why is he not coming to me? Can he not see that I want him near me?

I still held my hand out to him. The tears left my eyes, without my permission. I knew there was only one way for me to be near Dean. I sat up completely and yelled out in pain. When Sam tried to make me lay back down, I pushed him away. It took a long time, but I managed to swing my leg over the side of my bed. I yelled out as I felt my stitches rip open. It was followed by a warm sensation running down my body. I could guess that there was a blood stain appearing on my nightgown. I didn't care. I just wanted my oldest brother to protect me and tell me that everything was going to be okay.

I swung my other leg over the bed and scooted my feet onto the hard, cold floor. I felt dizzy and weak, but I knew that if I could make it over to Dean everything would be okay. I put my weight on my feet and cried out. I was crying so hard and I was in more pain than I thought I could endure. I took a step toward Dean, but fell right on my knees. The pain was too much for me to handle. I collapsed, bleeding, crying and in pain.

"Dean! I forgive you. You weren't yourself. I just want to be near you. Please tell me that everything is going to be ok." I then proceeded to try and crawl toward him. I finally looked up at him and found him crying too. He dropped on his knees and took me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him. His back was moving in jumpy movements as he sobbed. I could hear Sam come over. He dropped to his knees as well and held both of us.

I'm sure from a third person's point of view, this looked pretty pathetic. I don't care what they think. I'm in the place where I want to be most.