Dean abruptly woke up, not knowing where he was and how he got there. He came to the realization that he was in a hospital, then he remembered what happened. He was bleeding to death in the back of his precious impala when all of a sudden and huge truck broad-sided them. The thought of his smashed car made him cringe. That's when he remembered that Sammy and his dad were also in the car.
He tore out is IV and was about to climb out of the white bed when Andy walked in and saw that he was awake. He could see the excitement and confusion in her face, and she looked like she would run over to him and hug him to death, but she just stood there. That's when he saw the fear in her eyes. He realized that the last time he saw her he was driving away from her and she looked like she wasn't ever going to see him again. She was going to leave and hadn't planned on coming back.
"Hey..." Her voice trailed off as she looked around the room that was way to white. "How are you feeling?" She sounded concerned but also guilty.
"I feel fine, a little stiff. I'm glad your here." With that she took a step closer to him, but hesitated until she saw him smile up at her and pat the side of his bed, showing her where to sit. "Are Sammy and my dad okay?" His voice was quiet and Andy could hear how scared he was to hear her answer.
"Yes, they're fine. Sam got out with only a cuts an bruises. John hasn't been released yet because he hurt his shoulder pretty bad, but the doctors said he will be just fine." She looked down and grabbed Deans hand as tears started falling down her face. "Dean, the doctors said you wouldn't wake up. They-they said you were dead for almost a hole minute." She buried her head into his shoulder while Dean rubbed her back to try and calm her down.
"Andy, it's ok. I'm all better now." He traced his thumb up over her shoulder blades, slowly feeling every bump and ridge.
After 5 minutes the doctor walked in to give Dean his test results. "Mr. McGillicutty, I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You have some kind of angel watching over you."
"I guess so." Sam had just walked up and was standing in the door way smiling at his brother. He walked to his brothers bed and wrapped his arms around Dean, squeezing the air out of him in a big embrace. "I'm glad you're ok man."
"Yeah, yeah. I've had enough chick-flick moments today to last me a life time." He grinned at his own joke and then realized his dad was standing in the door way.
"How you feeling, son?" He looked at Dean with big sad eyes. This made Dean feel a little uneasy but he ignored it.
"Fine, I guess."
"That's good." John then looked over at Sam and Andy who where standing at the end of the bed, "Could you to excuse us for a bit? Sam, maybe you could get me some coffee." It was less of a question and more or a demand, but Andy and Dam proceeded out the door way, closing it behind then.
"Dad, what's up?" He had no idea what his father was going to say, but he didn't think it was going to be good.
"You need to take care of Sammy and yourself, alright?" He looked his son directly in the eyes, but now he looked more serious.
"Of course, but why are you saying this?" Dean couldn't figure out what his dad was trying to do.
"Promise me you will put your guys's safety before anything or anyone else."
"Dad wha-"
"Just promise me that."
"I promise." Before Dean could say anything else, John was opening the door to leave.
Fifteen minutes later, Andy had just sat next to Dean on the bed again when they heard a gun shot down the hall way. Doctor and nurses ran past the door towards the shot and screams. Sam walked into the room right after. He looked petrified.
"Dean..." His voice broke and his eyes began to water. "Dads dead."
There were no words to describe what Dean felt. He wanted to cry, but he didn't want to feel vulnerable. He wanted to be angry, but he didn't know what at. He wanted to hug Sammy, but he just couldn't move. So he sat and everything after that just became a blur.
The next thing that was clear was him, Sammy, and Andy standing next to a large pyre while they burned their fathers remains. The only thing he could think about was killing the yellow-eyed demon.
Sorry this one was a little boring, but in the next chapter a major character is going to be introduce. Thanks for reading my stuff.