Chapter X

This is it. I thought. I'm dead. All I saw was darkness. And yet there was a funny sound nagging at the edge of my consciousness. A beeping, like an alarm or something. I felt myself frown.

What the hell? I wondered. I worked the fingers of my hands and felt something hard and steel like sticking in my left hand.

Ouch. Son of a bitch!! Then there was something attached to the index finger of my right hand. I felt something else attached to my chest.

Okay! That is it!! What is going on?!? I was more angry and confused than anything else. I didn't understand what was happening. If I was dead, then this must be some kind of limbo. Some kind of annoying limbo. Then I felt a warm hand slip into mine, the fingers curled around my hand and wrist, a thumb rubbing across my knuckles. I blushed at my earlier reaction to the dark when I realized that my eyes were closed. I slowly opened my eyes and was greeted by white. White ceiling, white walls, white curtains, everything was fucking white. Now I was really confused. I tried to move my head but it was held firmly in place by something hard and plastic-y feeling. I moaned painfully and jumped as Sam pooped up in my peripheral. My frowned deepened.

Why would Sam be in my heaven? My conscious knowing that we as humans create our own heaven and hell. I paused, a wave of images flooding over me. Wait …. Wait … Let me rephrase that, gutter mind of mine. Why is Sam dead? Then it hit me, well, not literally, I was in the hospital.

Oh, okay. I guess that is better than the morgue. I saw Sam start leaning over me, his eyes dancing over my undoubtedly fragile looking frame.

"I am fine, Sam." I said, my own voice sounded foreign to me. Like I was speaking through a grinder. And, not to mention, it hurt like hell to talk at all. Sam jumped, nearly out of his own skin and I watched as he disappeared and reappeared. Sam took my hand again, his thumb running over my knuckles. It was surprising how comforting that simple contact was.

Okay. Confused. I thought. Then a man dressed in white entered the room. I groaned.

I have had it with the white theme!! I wanted to shout but my vocal cords were not cooperating, I guess I was lucky to be able to tell Sam I was fine, which I knew I really wasn't. I watched as more people, dressed in white, entered the room. One of them tried to usher Sam out, yet my hand, having a mind of its own, flexed around his. I knew I didn't want him to leave, after all, he was the only face I knew. That, and, I was never comfortable around doctors. They gave me the creepy-crawly feeling. Something about the white, the needles, and the cold exam tables. All of it gave me the hibby gibbys.

Then of course there was the fact that any person who had passed with in the last 24 hours would seek me out. Not fun. It was like listening to three hundred different radio stations at once and not being able to find the off switch. I had to get out of here, ASAP.

When the nurses could not separate my hand from Sam's they reluctantly allowed him to sit in the chair beside my bed as they busied themselves by tending to me. I watched with wide eyes as they poked and prodded all of my extremities, each one of my toes and fingers. Hell they even felt up my ears! Yep, that's right, my ears!! I had the insatiable urge to punch them all, but alas, my body would not move. Once they had determined that I was going to regain full mobility they increased the pain meds and left the room. Leaving me with Sam and the eternal feeling of being violated in all senses of the term.

I knew all too well from experience what was going to happen, with my body, that is. I would be fine in three days, much to the shock and awe of the staff, but I would be sore for about a week, maybe more depending on how bad the damage really was. That meant no hard hunting for me, nothing physically trying. And that was when the gutter side of my brain began to kick in. Trying desperately to ignore it, I turned my attention to Sam, who was staring at me.

"You are not going to be able to read my thoughts just by staring at me, Sam." I stated, the message was just not getting through.

"Maybe I just like looking at you," he said. That caught me off guard. I frowned. He laughed. Not funny, in my opinion. I tried to explain to him why I needed to leave now, but Dean walked in with two hot cups of coffee.

"Hey, Sammy. How is she?" Dean asked.

"I am fine, thank you, Dean." I said, he nearly jumped out of his skin and was lucky to hold on to the coffee. I mused about the fact that I had scared Dean for a moment before seeing a ghost walk by the door. A look of panic crossed my face. Luckily the spirit had not noticed me. Must be the meds.

"I need to get out of here, now." I stated. Dean shook his head.

"No can do, chicky. They have this place locked down tight." Dean said. I glared at him. I hated being called chicky.

"Watch me." I said. Dean just raised an eyebrow. We waited until the shift change. I had gone into the bathroom and put on my normal clothes, well, my pants and one of Sam's shirts. They had cut mine off and my bra with it. I was pissed and lucky to still have my pants in tact. That bra had been a nice bra. As soon as the shift change occurred we walked out of the hospital. I keep the C-Spine on per Sam's request. He was worried about my neck floppin' over or something. I knew better, but I promised to wear it until tomorrow. Dean had jacked a bottle of pain killers, how he did it, I am pretty sure I didn't want to know. But we just walked out the back door. It was easy, not the hardest place I had broken out off. Sam sat with me in the back seat as Dean drove back to my house. It was a long ride and I still had drugs in my system. Half way home I had leaned against Sam's shoulder and fallen asleep. I was wrapped snuggly in his shirt as I felt Dean hitting the dirt road that lead to my house. I sat up slowly, careful not to cause myself a head rush, those could be brutal, especially as a psychic. Dean pulled up to the garage and turned off the car. Sam got out and helped me out of the car and into the house. I popped a couple of the pain meds and put the bottle in the medicine cabinet and headed off to my room. I walked into my room and shed all of my clothes, all but Sam's shirt, and climbed into bed. So my sheets were a little cold at first but they always were. There was no way I could have slept in that hospital. I heard my door creek open.

"You know, Sam, you should not come into a hunters room unannounced." I stated, not even attempting to roll over.

"But I don't need to announce myself with a psychic." Okay, so he had me on that one.

"What do you want Sam?" I asked.

"I want to make sure that you are okay," he said, I heard him walk to the foot of my bed and take a seat in the lovesac. I sighed.

"You're not going to go away are you?" I asked, meaning it in more than one way.

"Nope, you're suck with me." I could hear the smile in his voice.