Dean found room 209 and looked at the door. He took a deep breath and opened it, stepping inside with Vanessa behind him. Sam was laying in the bed, blankets pulled up to his chest. Machines were beeping rythmically as he breathed.

"He's still under from the anesthia." He told Vanessa. She nodded, and walked over to his bed and sat in a chair. Dean sat on the other chair beside her, and looked Sam over. He had a large cut across his forehead, and a few small ones on his left cheek. "Sammy.." He frowned, reaching out and grabbing his little brother's hand. "Can you hear me?" He asked softly.

Sam grunted quietly, and squeezed Dean's hand. "That you, Dean?" He asked.

"Yeah, Sammy... I'm right here. Can you open your eyes for me?"

Sam struggled past the dizziness and forced his eyelids to open, revealing his blue eyes to Dean and Vanessa. "Hey.." He breathed.

"Hey, Sam.." Vanessa breathed.

He smiled softly at her. "You guys are okay?" He asked.

Dean nodded. "We're fine.. You had surgery. You were bleeding internally. Doctor told us you have to eat carefully for awhile until your stomach has healed completely."

Sam nodded slowly. "When can I leave?" He asked.

"Probably not for awhile, Sammy. You need to rest." Dean murmured. Sam nodded slowly, then blinked. "The car..." He murmured.

"Is fine." Dean said, not letting Sam finish his question. Sam grinned at him. "Good."

"I'm gonna' go get some coffee. You guys want anything?" Dean asked, standing up.

"Coffee." Vanessa said.

"Tea.." Sam murmured, closing his eyes.

Dean nodded and headed out of the room. Vanessa moved to the chair that was closer to the bed, where Dean had been sitting. Sam looked at her, and took her hand. "You sure you're okay?" He asked her.

Vanessa nodded. "Yeah.. I had some glass in my arm..But I'm alright. I'm so glad you're okay.. I didn't think you'd wake up..." She breathed. "Waiting for the ambualance seemed like an eternity."

He looked at her. "I'm okay.. You don't have to worry." He told her.

She nodded at him, then spoke. "Dean burned the bones."

"Good." Sam murmured. He used his elbows to push himself into a sitting position as Dean came back in with the drinks. "Sammy.. Be careful, yeah?" Dean murmured, handing him the tea.

Dean sat down and handed Vanessa the hot styrofoam cup of coffee. It was freezing, especially in the hospital with it'a low temperatures.

"Spoke to a doctor on the way back into your room. You're gonna' be here overnight." Dean said, before sipping at his own coffee. Sam grumbled something over his breath about wanting to leave now.

"What happens if a case suddenly comes up?" Sam asked, looking at them.

"Then it's just me and her." He replied.

"No. Not safe." Sam said. "You can't kill things and watch her at the same time. That's why there needs to be three of us."

"Better that she's with me, then just me by myself.. Don't you think, Sammy?"

"No, Dean. You two aren't going anywhere until I'm better."

"People need saving." Vanessa breathed.

Sam sighed, and looked at the old clock mounted on the wall, across the room, infront of him. It was nearly 3 AM. "You guys should go get a hotel.. You're probably tired. So am I..." He said.

"We can sleep perfectly fine right here." Dean replied. Vanessa nodded in agreement.

"If you're sure." Sam murmured. "Think I'll get some sleep myself." He added. Pulling the blankets up, he slowly lowered himself back into a laying position and curled up, closing his eyes.

Dean watched him, then looked at Vanessa who'd fallen asleep in the chair. He took off his coat and put it over her, then took out his phone. He had 3 missed calls from Bobby. "Should probably call him back.." He murmured to himself. He stood and headed out of the room and into the hall.

He pushed the call button on Bobby's number, then held the phone to his ear.

"Dean? Damnit, boy! I've been trying to call you for hours! Your accident was on the news! What'd you idjits do?"

Dean looked around to make sure no one was listening. "A spirit veered the Impala off the road and into some trees. Me and Vanessa are fine... Uhm.. Sam had to have surgery, but he'll be fine.. No need to worry.. We have everything under control."

"Vanessa?" Bobby asked.

"Uh... Yeah, our cousin.."

"She's with you?"

"Yeah.. Showed up a few days ago.. Asked if she could come with us... Hunting and stuff. She's been a great help... Bobby, why didn't you tell us about her?"

"I didn't know much about her... Only that she was Caroline's daughter.. And she was in Europe somewhere, living a normal life. I didn't want her to be dragged into all of this."

"Well, she chose to be... And she's good at it." Dean muttered.

"You becareful, you hear? I have a bad feeling something big's gonna' go down soon, and if you guys aren't careful, you could be in a lot of danger."

"What do you mean by something big?" Dean asked, sitting on a bench in the hall.

"I don't know yet, Dean. Just... Trust me." Bobby sighed.

"I do trust you." Dean replied.

"Alright... You guys be careful... And please.. Can you call me every once and awhile so I know you idjits aren't 6 feet under the damn dirt?"

"Sure thing, Bobby." Dean said. "Bye." He added, before hanging up.

The next morning, Sam was released from the hospital, although he was on bed rest for at least a week. Dean knew Sam wasn't playing that game and that he'd stay in bed for no longer than a day at the most.

The three headed back to their hotel in the cold Michigan city of Lansing. Vanessa and Dean helped Sam over to one of the beds, and he sat down. "Alright.. So we don't have any cases at the moment?" He asked.

"Nope.. But that's not what you need to be worrying about anyways. Just relax and rest." Dean said.

"Fine." Sam huffed.

Sam hated not being able to do anything. Resting was one of his least favourite activities, unless he really didn't feel good or he was really tired... And he wasn't. He felt pretty well for just having surgery yesterday. Afterall, it was pretty minor.. The stitches were inside his body, not outside... He didn't have to be too careful... Did he?