She woke up without any sense of time or how much had passed. Everything felt a bit fuzzy around the edges and she had to blink a couple of times; both to focus her eyes in the stark white room and to clear her mind some but Lucy was aware that there was no one else inside her head...except for her. It was almost enough to make her laugh out loud but she didn't when the slightest movement caused her to feel some sort of dull pain. It was then that the memories came flooding back of the three hunters she'd faced off against, the field and how she'd gotten shot. She closed her eyes for a moment before taking in a slow, deep breath and when Lucy opened her eyes again, she was a little surprised to see Dean walking into the room. She'd thought that part of everything had been some sort of dream. He looked over and seemed a little confused to find her looking back at him. Grinning, despite looking completely exhausted, he walked over to the side of the bed. "About time you woke up," He said as he moved to pull up a chair next to the bed and sat down. "You feeling okay? Need anything?"

She opened her mouth but when she tried to speak nothing came out other than a croak. "Okay so talking's out for the moment. I'll get you some water after they check you out," He said. "You remember what happened?"

She nodded, wanting to say something about how she'd gotten shot in the stomach not that she'd lost her head. Dean sat back in his chair, glancing towards the door as if someone else was going to walk in at any moment. "You remember getting shot?" He finally asked.

Lucy cracked a smile but nodded again. She opened her mouth to say something else but couldn't even try to croak anything out because a nurse wandered in. She smiled brightly as she walked into the room, pulling out the chart that was near the end of the bed. "Well good to have you back with us Mrs. Ross. Your husband here was getting very worried." She shot them both a smile as she scribbled something on the chart, "I'm going to go get the on-call doctor to come check you out."

Lucy gave Dean a look, raising an eyebrow. She should've known they'd given fake names; it was just how they operated. But for some reason Lucy felt so out of the loop that it just seemed strange. He laughed a little as he shifted, grabbing his wallet from his pocket. "Yeah, yeah I know. But I don't think it would've worked so well if I gave them my name considering I'm technically dead and you're uh...still being looked for or something. So yeah we got married, aren't you thrilled?"

She laughed, groaning when the wound in her stomach pulled a bit. "Don't make me laugh," She finally managed to get out.

He looked a little worried for a minute, leaning over to make sure she was okay before Dean realized how close they were and jerked back just out of reach. Standing up, he gave her a small smile before motioning towards the door. "I'm going to go check on what's taking the doctor so long. And let Sam and Bobby know you're awake. You need anything?"

"No. No. I'm okay," She said as she looked down at her hands.

Dean hesitated for a moment inside the doorway before he nodded and disappeared out into the hallway. Once he was gone she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd really been holding. It was strange to be so close to him and while they acted normal every few minutes, it seemed like they were back to being strangers when they realized how close and normal they were acting. It was also strange to be in one place and actually feel normal and actually feel like she was herself. It was a nice feeling though, even Lucy could admit that. It made her want to sit there and just laugh at the whole situation, even though she knew it'd hurt like hell.

The doctor came in then, an older man with graying hair and a pair of wire glasses perched on his nose. He offered her a small smile as he walked to the end of the bed, grabbing the chart and flipping through it. "So Mrs. Ross, how are you feeling?"

A grin tugged at her mouth at the name he called her just because it seemed fairly ridiculous, even though she knew it was for the best. She swallowed then, wanting to grumble something about how her throat was so damn dry but she didn't. Shrugging a shoulder, she glanced up at him before managing to whisper an, "I'm okay."

He nodded as he walked around the side of the bed, scribbling something in the chart before setting it down. "Alright, let me check out the wound and we'll see about getting you something to drink. Sound good?"

Honestly, it sounded like the best thing she'd heard since she woke up. She just nodded her head and closed her eyes, knowing that him poking around her gut was going to be uncomfortable at best.


"So she's okay?"

"Yes she's okay."

"She talked?"

"Yes Sam. She talked a little bit. Remember she had a tube shoved down her throat so she's a little hoarse." Dean let out a sigh as he rubbed a hand over his face; the past couple of days were definitely catching up. "Quit looking like some worried mother hen, she's fine."

Sam finally cracked a smile and nodded his head. "I know but...still. Just worried is all."

"I know." Dean glanced back in the direction of Lucy's room before looking up as he heard footsteps, not too surprised to see Bobby coming into the waiting area with two cups of coffee in his hands.

"She's awake?" Bobby asked as he took the seat next to Sam, handing one cup off to Dean.

"Yeah. The doctor's checking her out now. But she looks pretty good, for you know just having been shot."

Bobby cracked a smile, "Good. I always knew she was tough as nails."

"So when can we go in to see her?" Sam asked as he looked towards the direction of her room.

Dean finally sat down, although he couldn't stop his knee from moving up and down as he held the coffee cup in-between his hands. "Probably when the doctor's done looking her over."

He sighed as he leaned back in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. They'd been there for quite some time and Sam was pretty sure he was going numb from the waist down. But none of them wanted to leave, sure that if they did that something would happen. At least they could make sure nothing happened if they were there. Sam knew there was no way that Dean was going to leave and that meant him and Bobby weren't going anywhere either. He glanced over at Dean, watching as his brother stared into the cup of liquid. He looked worn and drawn, but also a little relieved. Sam couldn't help but feel the same way...at least they had found her in time.


Lucy was pretty exhausted for the rest of the day between nurses wandering in and out, the pain medication and the three men wandering in and out of her room at any given time she was just worn out. A big part of her didn't want to fall back asleep just because she wasn't sure what she was missing when she was out of it. But the smaller part of her knew she needed the rest; since this felt like the first time she'd actually slept and rested in a really long time. She hated hospitals though, wanted out of it more than anything but it was going to be hard to convince anyone to let her out when it hurt to move.

She'd closed her eyes for a moment, opening them and smiling when she saw Dean coming inside. He had a cup in his hand, sitting down in the empty chair next to her bed. "You should be getting some sleep," He said as he sat back.

"You should talk," Lucy said after a moment. Her throat still felt raw but at least she sounded somewhat more human. But what she said was true, Dean looked like hell.

He shrugged a shoulder as he took a drink, stretching his legs out in front of him. "I'm used to not getting much sleep, you know that."

"Yeah but still. Take this time to rest or something." She sighed as she let her eyes close again; it was just so hard to stay awake now. "Would you stay?" She asked after a moment, opening her eyes some to find him looking back at her.

"Of course. And Sam and Bobby are just outside too."

She nodded as her eyes closed again. "I'm just so tired," She mumbled.

Dean smiled, reaching over after a brief hesitation to brush her hair out of her face. "Well you just take this time to sleep. We'll all be here when you wake up."

"Okay," Lucy said mid-yawn as she relaxed back against the bed.

He pulled his hand back once it looked like she was asleep, keeping an eye on her as he settled back in his seat again. He was exhausted, but knew there were bigger things to worry about than his own health. He couldn't help but selfishly hope that Lucy healed quickly so that they could get out of there and get back on the job as soon as possible. He was tempted to just drag her out of the hospital, willingly or not, and shove her in the back of the car. Time was ticking; they didn't have much time left to...do what? Get out of his deal? Sure it would be nice but as time ticked down Dean was starting to come to terms with the fact that he was going to hell and there wasn't a damn thing he or Sam or anyone else could do about it. Rubbing a hand over his face, he let out a sigh and glanced over at the sleeping woman in the bed. It was going to be really hard to die.