Two days had passed since Chloe was admit in the local hospital under a name Dean quickly had thought of. She hadn't waken up even since she had fallen unconscious in Sam's arms. The brothers had decided to stay with her until she was alright, even if that meant staying there until Dean's deal was due. Bobby was also there, trying to help out as much as he could. He showed himself at the hospital, being the one talking to the doctors about Chloe's condition: no way in hell was he going to let Dean have his way in a hospital.

Because Bobby, and even Sam could perfectly see that Dean was angry at something. He hadn't said much over the last few days, and when someone would ask him if he was alright, he didn't reply, to Sam's surprise.

Both brothers were in Chloe's room, Sam sitting at the left side of the bed, holding Chloe's hand. Dean was leaning on the window, standing, starring down at Chloe. Bobby came in a few seconds later, with the doctor behind him. He was dark and taller than Bobby, and wore the traditional doctor lab coat. The two men looked like they were already in a conversation.

"So you think she will wake up anytime soon?" asked Bobby.

"She's in a serious condition right now. Her head and brain have sustain a huge pain, and she needs rest."

"But she will be alright, right doc?" Sam had his worried face on. He was now holding Chloe's left hand with both his; he thought if Chloe could feel someone touching her that might help her get her senses back in place.

"She should be." The doctor turned his head to Bobby. "But in the mean time we'd love to see some insurance if it's possible at the moment.

Bobby put a hand in his jacket pocket. "Yeah sure, here you go."

Sam and Dean were both surprised Bobby had already managed to find a way to protect Chloe. Maybe it's her real insurance though, thought Sam.

The doctor looked at the card, and then at Bobby. "Alright, if you want to follow me Mister Cole."

Or maybe not.

Bobby and the Doctor left right away. Silence came back in the room, except for the sounds of some machines. Sam could looked up at his brother who still hadn't move a muscle.

"Dean, you know you'll have to say something someday. What's up man?"

Dean didn't answer. Sam thought maybe saying something that might trigger his older brother might work. He went on.

"I don't get it, man. Why did the woman said that she had to kill her?"

Dean still had his serious face and didn't budge.

"I mean, is she really like me? Was she really suppose to be in trouve le nom de la place ouske les children on ete with me? Was I suppose to kill her?"

Nothing. Sam didn't not want to think about it anymore, so he stopped asking. Then he felt Chloe's hand move in his. He looked at her and saw that her eyes were opening. Dean jumped up from the side of the window he was leaning on and came to the end of the bed.

"Hey you." She said, weakly, looking at Sam.

"Hey you" Sam answered with a smile.

Chloe turned her head towards Dean and grinned. "Hi Dean."

"Hey Chloe." He replied, but didn't smile. Instead he left the room, looking at the floor as he walked away.

"Dean!"

"Don't worry about it Sam" Chloe said softly. "I'm sure he has his reasons. How are you?"

"Pretty good. We weren't as beaten up as you were... but Dean hasn't sleep ever since you've been here."

Chloe looked to her right where she could see an alarm clock on the table. "What long have I been here?"

"This is the third day, actually." Sam answered.

Chloe looked surprised. "Well... I haven't beat the record yet.

Sam didn't understand how she could be making up jokes right after sleeping for almost 60 hours straight. "What do you mean by "the record"? "

She tired to sit up, and as Sam helped her get the pilows confortable she said : "It's a long story."

"Well, I don't see why you'd be able to be checked out of the hospital in the next hour, so I guess I have all the time you need."

They both starred at eachother. Chloe knew deep inside that she and Dean had kept some secrets from him, and she thought now was the moment to be more than honest with him.

"Well," she started as she finally got herself sitting up properly. "I don't really remember how long it took me to wake up after the first time I disappeared, but I remember missing my mother's birthday..."

"Was that when first met in Nashville?"

"Oh, no" Chloe chuckled. "It was actually about five years ago. I had gotten into this fight with my mom one night, and I had told her that I wished that I was far away from home, away from her. I went to bed that night with the biggest headache in the world, and I was so mad at her about the fight. But when I woke, I did wake up in my bed."

"Where were you?"

"About a hundred miles away from Paris."

Sam looked shocked. "Paris? France?!"

"Yup. You should have seen the face on the man that picked me up on the side of the road. I still had my pink and yellow bunnies' PJs on... I don't actually remember how long I was out for, but I do remember that my the only place I wanted to go was in Paris. After a few days I finally could call my mother, and about a day later she came and picked me up from the airport."