Waiting was a bitch. So was the bright white of the hospital room. So was the pissy nurse currently prodding at Chase's wounds. Chase hissed as the older woman pressed down on one of the deeper holes in her side.

"God damn it!" She said through gritted teeth. "Aren't you done yet?"

"No sweetie. I've got to check the other side." The nurse replied, a smug smile on her face. She had been dealing with the stubborn blonde hunter for almost a week, and the girl had grated down on even the sweetest nurses' nerves. She been caught in the act of four escape attempts. She had also somehow been supplied with six throwing knives, all of which were now deeply embedded in a yellow spray painted smiley-face on the wall. Her father had apologized and offered to pay for the damage, but a few minutes later she saw him fist bump the bed-ridden girl.

All in all, she was more than ready to be rid of the teenager sitting in front of her.

And Chase was more than ready to be gone.

Finally, the nurse deemed her set for released. She helped Chase up from the bed and into the hallway, where Dean, Sam, and Aria were waiting.

"Let's get out of this hell hole." Chase huffed.

"Agreed." Aria answered, and the slightly worse for wear quartet exited the dreaded building.

They climbed into the Impala and Dean reached forward to turn on the radio. Hotel California spilled out of speakers, and Chase grinned. She was so glad to be out of that damn hospital. She hated hospitals.

The blonde shifted a bit in the back seat, wincing slightly when her stitches were stretched. Dean saw the small reaction in the rear view mirror and was instantly turning down the volume.

"Chase? You okay? Did your stitches pull?" He asked anxiously. Sam and Aria laughed in unison.

"You're becoming more of a dad already." Sam grinned at his brother from the passenger seat. Dean scowled and turned the volume back up. The song was over, and Dean complained quietly about missing the guitar solo. He wasn't actually upset though. He was just happy that Aria and Chase were alright. Chase's loud voice from the back drew his attention.

"My bike! Are we just going to leave it here?"

"For now, yea. I figured that we could come back and pick it next week. Maybe do some school shopping…" Dean started, only to be interrupted by Aria.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Hold up. School shopping?" She asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Dean, school shopping is reserved for kids who go to school." Chase finished.

"Yea, well the new school year starts next month, and I figured you guys could go until you're healed up fully. Then, if you still wanted to, you could go back to hunting." Dean looked into the rear view again and was met by two icy gazes. Sam quickly stepped in, knowing that Dean had never been one for delivering news softly.

"Guys, you don't have to go for a long time. Just for a few weeks. Who knows? You might kind of enjoy it. Just please, try it." He pleaded, and the glares from the back seat softened a bit. Before Chase moaned loudly.

"Fine. But only for a while. I'm done as soon as the first quarter ends." She said.

"If not before." Aria added, and Sam smiled again. Dean promptly turned the volume back up. Black Sabbath filled the car, and within minutes everyone was once again in good spirits.


Hey guys! So I know this was a lame chapter, and I apologize. I was running on fumes here in terms of inspiration. Comments are always appreciated :)