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Chapter Four

"Sammy!" Dean's eyes shot open, his heart racing. "Sammy!" he cried again, trying to get up. He winced, letting out a grunt of pain. And then someone was there, pushing him gently back against the bed.

"It's okay. You're okay." She said, looking worriedly at him. He recognized her. He knew who she was. Only, he didn't.

"What's happening?" Dean breathed, "Where's Sammy?" the woman gave him a strange look.

"Do you remember?" she asked after a long moment, "Do you know who Sam is?" she asked. Dean let out a deep breath, shaking his head slightly and closing his eyes. He could feel her fingers caressing his cheek and opened his eyes again. She was smiling at him. There was something familiar about her, but he couldn't quite figure out what. "Do you know me?" she tried, the hope in her voice was unmistakable. Dean frowned.

"Should I?" he asked. She lowered her eyes, her smile faltering, but then she looked at him again.

"Do you remember me? From before?" she asked again.

"I remember you from yesterday." Dean said uncertainly. He remembered some nurse's brain splattering all over him. He shuddered, wishing that was one of the things he didn't remember. The woman smiled at him again, taking his hand in hers.

"My name is Anna." She said, "Anna Scott." She added, looking for any kind of reaction, any hint that he recognized her. Dean shook his head slightly.

"I'm sorry…" he started, but she shook her head, putting a finger to his lips.

"It's okay. It's been a long time." She said, running her fingers through his short hair fondly. "Can I get you anything?" she asked.

"Why can't I remember?" Dean asked in turn.

"You must have hit your head harder than I thought." She said, walking away from him. Dean winced as he pushed himself up, following her with his eyes. She sat on the bed opposite him. So she was the other person in his room. That would explain why she was always the first one there whenever he opened his eyes, no matter how briefly.

"In the accident." Dean said flatly. He couldn't remember any car accident. He couldn't remember anything. Anna looked at him, but didn't say anything. She had a cell phone in her hand. Who was she calling? He still had no idea what was going on, but so far, he didn't like what he saw. She might be nice to him, but that didn't change the fact she killed someone right in front of him. And she was there to keep an eye on him, that couldn't be a good thing, could it? He couldn't remember, but he was pretty sure it wasn't a good thing.

"Room 1412, please," he heard her say, and tried to prop himself up, "no, don't get up." She said, quickly coming to stand next to him. "I can get you anything you need, you really shouldn't push yourself just yet." She said, and the worry in her voice sounded genuine enough. Dean sank back in bed, closing his eyes. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Dean opened his eyes, looking questioningly at Anna, only to realize she wasn't talking to him. He heard someone yelling at the other end of the phone, but couldn't quite make out the words. "Please, calm down." Anna said, but the yelling continued. She glanced at Dean, and hung up the phone. "I'll get you something to drink. Any requests?" she asked. He cocked a brow.

"Beer." He said and she laughed.

"I'll take that as a sign that you're feeling better." She said, kissing his forehead, and then got out of the room, only to return a couple of minutes later with a pitcher of water in one hand and a tray in the other. She put the tray on the small bedside table and poured him a glass of water. Dean thanked her, drinking greedily. "Think you can handle something a little less watery?" she asked, taking the glass from him. Dean laid back, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. He was tired. He was always tired. "I brought you some soup. My uncle made it, it's really good." She said, but when Dean opened his eyes to look at her, she had her back to him. He noticed the cell phone in her hand again. She glanced at him and smiled, but didn't say anything. Probably waiting for whoever it was to pick up, Dean realized. They did, a second later.

"Have you calmed down yet?" Anna asked, and this time Dean didn't hear any yelling. "Good." Anna said. "He's awake. I thought he might want to hear your voice." She said, and Dean raised a brow. "You should know," Anna went on, "he doesn't remember." There was a small pause, and then Anna brought the phone to his ear. Dean looked questioningly at her, but she just smiled and nodded her head at him. He took a deep breath.

"Hello?" he asked, watching Anna's reaction, but she simply sat by his side, stroking his hand gently. There was no answer from the other side of the line, just some strangled voice, and Dean frowned. "Hello?" he asked again.

"Dean…" the voice sounded strangely familiar. "Oh, God, Dean, are you okay?"

"I think so." Dean said, though he wasn't so sure.

"Where are you?" the man on the other side of the line asked.

"I don't know." Dean answered truthfully.

"Well, are they treating you okay? Are they hurting you?" the man on the other side asked quickly, but didn't allow Dean time to answer. "Don't worry, Dean. Dad and I, we're coming for you, you hear me? So just… just hold on, okay, we're coming for you." Dean frowned.

"Who are you?" he asked, glancing at Anna. There was a long pause.

"It's Sam, don't you remember?" the man's voice sounded broken. Dean bit his lower lip.

"Sammy?" he asked.

"Yeah, Dean. It's Sammy."

"Was… was there an accident? A car accident?" Dean asked, eying Anna.

"Yes. Yes, do you remember?" Sam sounded hopeful.

"No." Dean said, sighing. "That's just what they told me. I wasn't sure."

"Who told you? Dean, where are you?" Sam inquired.

"I don't know." Dean said, feeling helpless and starting to freak out again. Anna squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Where are you?" Dean asked.

"I'm in a hospital. Me and dad. But we're okay. Don't you worry about us, Dean, we're coming for you, okay? We're gonna get you back. I won't let anyone hurt you, you hear me?"

"Why would anyone want to hurt me?" Dean asked, his heart hammering. For a moment, he thought Anna was about to take the phone from him, but she didn't.

"Dean, listen to me. Look around you, what do you see? Can you tell where you are? Where they're holding you?" Sam asked urgently. Dean looked around him. It looked like a hospital room, and that's exactly what he told Sam. "Well, who's there with you? How many?" Sam pressed.

"One, right now. But there are others, I guess." Dean said.

"Just one?" Sam sounded shocked, "The woman, she's there right now? Listening?" Dean glanced at Anna.

"Yeah."

"And she's not trying to take the phone away or anything?" Sam asked, a little confused.

"Why would she take the phone?" Dean asked, "Am I in trouble?" Anna squeezed his hand reassuringly, getting up. She rested her back against the wall, closing her eyes. She was exhausted and worried, and even a little scared. Dean didn't even remember who he was, how could he possibly remember what she needed him to remember? The phone she had given him was untraceable, but still, demons had their own ways of tracking people. She needed him to end the call, but she understood why he didn't. She figured his family must be out of their minds worrying about him. She tried to hint Dean that it was time to hang up. He seemed confused enough as it was. But then the door opened. Anna didn't stop to think. Her gun was drawn and ready before the door was even fully open.

"The hell, Anna!" her uncle yelped, raising his hands to show her he wasn't going to do anything. But it didn't matter. Demons could possess anyone. She wasn't taking any chances.

"Out!" she commanded.

"Anna!"

"I will shoot you, Tom!" she said, her voice steady, authoritative.

"Fine." The man said, walking backwards slowly, "But we need to have a little talk." He said, just as authoritatively. Anna glared at him. "Now, Anna." He said. She glanced at Dean, who went white in the face, and let out a short breath.

"One minute." She said coolly. She hated to leave Dean alone, but she wasn't taking any chances. She had no idea how that bitch got to him so quickly, but she wasn't going to make that mistake again.

Dean hung up the phone, remotely aware that Sam was still talking. He was alone. He was pretty sure it was the first time he had been alone in a long time. This could be his chance. At the very least, he could eavesdrop on the conversation, try to get some more information. He grimaced as he pushed himself up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He had to wait a moment for the world to stop spinning. Careful not to take the IVs out, he grabbed the stand on which they hung and started his way to the door. He made it half way before he started wishing he hadn't gotten out of bed. He was sweating by the time he got to the wall opposite the bed, all thoughts of making it all the way to the door long gone from his mind. He could still make out the argument going on on the other side of the door. Tom wasn't pleased with something Anna did, probably with the fact she was spending so much time with him, Dean guessed. Tom yelled at her to get some rest, saying something about her spreading herself too thin, but she kept telling him she knew better than him what she was capable of, and that he should just shut up and leave her alone. At that point, the door flung open and Anna came back inside. She seemed stunned to see Dean out of bed.

"What are you doing?" she asked, a worried expression on her face.

"Bathroom." Dean breathed. He let his head drop against the wall. A smile crept onto Anna's lips. She closed the door, leaning against it.

"You think you can make it by yourself?" she asked. There was no mockery in her voice, just genuine interest.

"Give me a second." He grunted. And she did, but he did accept her outstretched arm, leaning heavily on her on the way back to the bed. He slumped down, completely exhausted, and Anna came to sit by his side, brushing a stray hair from his brow. "Who are you?" Dean asked when he could breathe again.

"I told you, my name is Anna." She said, looking worried and anxious.

"No, I mean…" Dean shook his head slightly. "Anna, are you the bad guy, or the good guy?" he asked. Anna seemed stunned for a moment, and the grinned.

"Neither." She said, leaning close to his face, "I'm the girl." She smirked. "Dean, I'll never hurt you." she said seriously, "You know that, right?" she asked. Dean nodded slightly. He didn't know why, but he believed her. "How are your dad and your brother?" she asked a couple of minutes later.

"They're in a hospital." Dean said tiredly, closing his eyes. He could feel the bed creak a little when Anna got up, and he opened his eyes, watching as she kicked her shoes off and slumped down on the other bed, massaging her aching neck. "Anna?" she looked questioningly at him, rather surprised he was still awake, and quickly got up, walking over to him. "Thank you." Dean said in a small voice. She caressed his hair.

"For what?" Anna asked.

"For Sam, for calling him. For being here." Dean said, looking in her eyes. She smiled at him. He felt Anna's lips against his again before he fell asleep.

TBC

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