I stick my free hand down my pocket, there's stuff in it I pull them out as I pull my head up and look at them, its my ipod and keys to our room.

What an idiot he didn't check my pockets I could have had anything in they, I think aloud.

I set them on the table beside me, I lift the piece of shirt off my cut and check it again.

It finally stopped bleeding, well I'm gunna go over and get a shower.

I'm coming with you, your not going anywhere alone again, Dean insists.

I stand up and stuff the piece of shirt in my back pocket, I quickly grab my stuff on the table, walk over to the door and unlock it.

I open the door and walk out as Dean follows.

I walk over to the other door and unlock it and walk in as Dean shuts and locks the door behind him. I go through my bag and grab some clothes, walk over to the bathroom, I look back at Dean who is now sitting on the end of my bed.

I walk in and shut the door, I turn on the shower. set my clothes on the edge of the sink, and slowly get undressed.

I let them fall on the floor and jump in the shower.

I clean my cut and all the blood the best I can trying not to open it back up and of course I clean the rest of my body and shampooed my hair.

I get out and dry of still trying not to rub or open the cut.

I get dressed carefully, I grab my blood clothes and towel.

I throw the towel in the corner of the room and walk out into the other room.

I shove the clothes into a side pocket of my bag.

I sit down beside Dean, I turn to face him, he glances over at me and looks down at the floor. Thanks for getting me out of there when you did Dean.

he looks up, no problem, he says, as he looks back down.

What's wrong Dean, I asks in concern. Nothing I'm fine, he answers.

ok just looks like there's something on your mind, I reply.

I get up, walk over to the other end of the bed.

I throw the blankets back and lay down as I pull the blankets over my body.

I wait for Dean to do something or say something.

A couple awkward minutes go by and I sit up, ok Dean, what's your problem?

Nothing, he answers.

OK then look at me Dean.... I know something's wrong I'm not stupid, I bark. I'm fine, I'm not dyeing!

OK fine you want to know what my problem is ill tell you what it is, he barks back, you almost died back there and its my fault.

Dean I went to the bathroom no one knew I was gunna be attacked, and if it wasn't for you and Sam I maybe dead right now or at least wouldn't have came back, I insist.

Yeah maybe your right, he says as he gets up.

Dean its not your fault if its anybodies its mine, I shouldn't have went into that bathroom, I try to convince him.

Come on lay down with me, at least til I fall asleep, PLEASE, I ask.

Dean kicks off his shoes, and comes over and climbs under the covers.

We both lay down.

I play with his shirt until I fall asleep.