For anyone who's read this story, I've gotten some reviewers asking me if I actually like Fergie. My answer to them is:

ARE YOU INSANE?! WHO COULD ACTUALLY LIKE THAT BITCH?!

Hope you enjoy the story though!

Chapter 3: Dean's story

Sam knocked on the hospital room door and went inside. Dean wasn't looking too hot. He had tubes sticking out of him at every angle and about 50 machines hooked up to him. Dean sighed and pulled up a chair next to the unconscious form of his brother.

"The doctor said you could hear me even though you're unconscious." Sam said quietly. "I've seen so much in our line of work that I'll believe anything… so here I am." Sam sighed; he didn't like seeing his brother so helpless. He looked down at the floor and continued, "The doctor says you have a subdural hematoma, so you'll be in the hospital about two weeks after you wake up."

"Stop being such a bitch, Sam." Sam snapped his head up and looked at Dean. Dean turned his head and smiled at him. "So where am I again?" Sam just shook his head in amazement.

"You're at the hospital, Dean." Sam said as he scooted closer to Dean. "You have a subdural hematoma among other things." Dean laughed softly.

"Is that all?" he asked. Sam stared at him.

"Dean, a subdural hematoma means that your head is bleeding on the inside putting pressure on your brain." Dean continued to stare blankly at him. "You'll be in here for at least 2 weeks."

Dean sighed. He didn't like this at all. Sam just shrugged and continued on. "So what happened to you man?" he asked, lowering his voice so no one else could hear. "All I remember is waking up in the driver's seat at a motel with you in the backseat. Then the radio turned on while I was driving over here and I woke up holding a knife to your throat."

Dean looked at Sam. "You really don't remember anything?" he asked. Sam shook his head, a confused look coming onto his face. Dean sighed. "We were driving along when Fergie came on the radio. You went nuts and asked to listen so I listened. It drove me insane! When it came on again I tried to turn it off and you hit me over the head, tied and gagged me, and threw me in the backseat. You drove off still listening to Fergie. That was about when I lost consciousness. I can only assume that you listened to Fergie again and ended up trying to slit my throat." Sam stared at his brother in shock. Dean just smiled. "Looks like we got ourselves a job to do, Sammy."