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William and I sat on the floor for some time before Marcos came back. He crashed in the chair next to Diana. "All done throwing a tantrum?" He just glared at me before slightly smiling. "For the moment. Why are you on the floor?" I glanced at William, forgetting that we were still on the floor. I peeled away from him and the floor. "No reason," I shrugged at him as I held out a hand to William; he took it. We went back to our places before Marcos had his episode. "Are you going to stay here tonight?" I shrugged. "Not quite sure yet," I told him as I gazed down at Diana.

"We'll always have some room left over for you, you know that." I smiled to him, not looking up from Diana. A soft knock came to the door; we all looked up to Christy standing there. I waved her in as Marcos started to check her out. She saw and giggled as she made her way to Diana's bed. "I'm just here to check and make sure everything is okay," I just nodded and glared at Marcos. The last thing I needed was Marcos hitting on the nurse.

"Everything seems to be fine. If you have any questions at all, feel free to ask." I thanked her as she grabbed her things and left the room. It was late and I was really craving Chinese. "Wanna go get something to eat?" I asked, gazing around the room. "Yeah, that'll be good. You can spend the night with us, and we can come back tomorrow morning." Marcos stood up, picking up his coat off the back of the chair, "whenever you're ready." I nodded at the both of them as William shuffled Marcos out the door.

"Tomorrow. Tomorrow we will all be here. All for you. Your support. I love you, Nhi." I mentally kicked myself as I remembered that I was the one who put her in the coma. I rubbed my eyes as I walked out of the room, William stood, waiting. He placed his arm around my waist as we walked down the hall together. He didn't need to say anything; I already knew. We walked out to see Marcos sitting in the driver's seat of his car, the engine running. I slid in the backseat. "Where do you want to eat?" Marcos asked, locking eyes with me in the rearview mirror, pulling away from the hospital.

"I'm thinking Chinese." I told him as I laid down in the backseat of the car. It has been a long few days, and I have gotten little to no sleep. The only time I actually got sleep was that one night I slept on the couch in the Winchester's motel room. I remembered back to the scent of Dean that night that was left on the pillow. How safe it made me feel, how comfortable it made me feel, how happy I saw those few moments before falling asleep. "God, I'm tired."

"Then go to sleep," Marcos suggested. "Yeah, why didn't I think of that?" I asked him rather sarcastically as I hit him in the arm. A few miles away Marcos pulled into a small Chinese place. All three of us walked in; inside where two other people. They seemed to be together. The man stood tall, as tall as Marcos, the other, the woman was no taller than me with shoulder length blonde hair. The man wore a striped suit that seemed to work for him. Overhearing their conversation, it sounded as if they were from the UK; a long way from home.

William ordered Marcos and I food, while the blonde and her friend sat at the table right behind me. They continued their conversation, talking something about outer space, another planet. I wasn't really interested. I glanced around the room, looking for a large fridge they usually had that contained drinks. I locked eyes with the tall man that sat with the blonde behind me. I tried to look away, but something pulled me towards him. "Doctor, what're you looking at?" The blonde woman asked, watching him. Doctor? "Excuse me, do I know you? You look rather familiar," he asked, raising an eyebrow. "No, I don't believe that we have met before." I told him, as I turned back towards Marcos. William scurried to the bathroom, so I was left to get the food. No way would Marcos get up, freaking Lazy Bones.

I waited at the counter for the food as the tall man stood from his table. "Doctor, what are you doing?" The woman asked, he shushed her, "testing a theory." He sauntered over to the counter. I just tried to ignore him. "Trac." I stopped. There was no way he knew who I was. I wasn't even going to look at him. "Trac Tru'ng." It wasn't even a questioned. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. "Smith, right?" I glared at him, and walked back to the table. "I'll be right back," I told him as I grabbed the back of the man's shirt and pulled him out of the building.

"How the hell do you know who I am?"

"It's very confusing," the man stood there, shaking his head. "I've seen a lot of shit. Tell me who you are and how you know who I am."

"I just do. I cannot explain it to you." I bent down, removing a knife from my shoe. "You better tell me who the hell you are." I snapped at him, backing him up to the wall. "I cannot tell you who I am. But what I can tell you is that your sister will be fine." I took a step closer to him, raising the knife closer to his throat. "Listen, not tomorrow, but in a few days time, she will be awake and walking. Don't ask me how I know, I just do. I cannot tell you anything else." Something in his eyes told me he was telling the truth. I lowered the knife.

"She'll be okay?" I asked as tears started to form in my eyes; the man smirked. "She is going to be more than okay. Actually this time in two weeks you and her will be hunting with the Winchesters." His eyes widened, not believing what he had just told me. "Um, forget that." He nodded, slight fear in his eyes. He backed away from me and slipped back into the small restaurant. How would I be able to forget that in two weeks times I would be out hunting with the Winchester's and Diana would be there?

I tried to shake away the creepy feeling of being stalked as I walked back into the restaurant. I noticed that the man and woman were now gone. William and Marcos sat at the table, eating their food. I slid into the booth next to William. "Where have you been?"

"Just taking a break," I opened the case full of food. After my little encounter I wasn't sure that I really wanted to eat. I know that I should be happy about what that man had told me, but something is telling me that knowing this is going to happen at a cost. I'm not sure what it is, but it is not going to be good. And how in the hell does he know who I really am? William and Marcos don't even know who Diana and I really are. The only people that know the truth, is me, Diana and our mother. I shook my head, crying to clear my thoughts.

I was about to take my first bite when my phone sounded. I rolled my eyes; I really just wanted to rest. I picked up the phone, "hello?"

"Duncan, it's Dean. Hey, we aren't very far from the hospital. We should be there in about half an hour."

"Dean, I told you to just leave it. You don't need to come out here." Marcos stopped chewing his food. Before I had a chance to stand up and walk away from the table, Marcos had my phone and was shouting into it. "Listen, Dick, you better not be in that room by the time I get there! If you touch Diana I will beat your ass!"

"Marcos!" I shouted as I ran at him, trying to get my phone back. "Give me the damn phone!" I shouted at him, William snuck up behind him. He wrapped his arm around Marcos' neck, putting him in a head lock. I grabbed the phone, said sorry to Dean quickly before hanging up. William still held him, "what the hell is your problem? I can deal with this myself! Don't you dare think that for a second I cannot handle him and his brother! And do not think that I need you to stand here and stand up for my sister! I can take care of her just fine, so back the hell off!" I shouted at Marcos.

I grabbed my food off the table and stormed out of the small shop. I know he was just trying to help, but with everything else going on, I could not deal with it anymore. The last think I needed right now was Marcos going to jail because he tried to kill Dean over nothing. It took a moment before the boys followed. I knew William had a few choice words for Marcos.

"You want to go back to the hospital?" I only nodded. If Dean and Sam did show up, I wanted to be there. I needed to be there. The ride back to the hospital was quite. I thanked the boys once we got there. Marcos parked the car and got out. I locked eyes with him; they were full of sorrow and pain. "D, I'm sorry about the whole thing. I know you really don't need all of this," he gestured to himself, "on top of everything else that is going on."

"I know. You are just a handful sometimes, and really just need to take a chill pill. I know you are trying to do well for both Diana and I, but you need to know that we can take care of ourselves. But thank you." I explained as I placed my hand against his shoulder. His larger hand came up to cover mine. No more words needed to be said. I smiled as his eyes lightened up a fraction. "Go and take William home," I slightly pushed him. He obeyed, getting back into the car.

I sighed as I turned and made the journey back to my sister's room. I made it back to the room, food still in hand. I sat by her bed, just poking at the food. I wasn't really hungry. My mind raced to everything that had happened today. I tried to free my mind just enough so I could eat.

About to take my first bite of food all day, a soft knock came to the door. I glanced up to see a very tall Sam and shorter Dean Winchester standing in the door. I tried to keep myself calm as I pushed out of the chair, but failed so horribly. I locked eyes with Dean's beautiful green ones. His eyes were full of sorrow. I could no longer contain myself, tears started to form in my eyes. In two long strides, Dean met up with me halfway through the room.

He pulled me into his arms, bringing me close to his chest. Tears fell from my eyes; there was nothing I could do to stop them. Once again I found myself engulfed in the scent that was Dean Winchester. Feeling so safe made more tears run down my face. He did not say a word, he did not protect. As I cried more, he held me tighter. He did not try to sooth; he did not rub my back and tell me everything would be okay. He just held me, and allowed me to cry.

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