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The ride to the hospital was a blur. It was the first time that there had been no argument. Sam had tried to ask questions in the beginning but one look at the watery stare from Dean and his words had died away. Sam had looked terrified when he saw Elizabeth's pale, still form and he wasn't trying to hide his fear. The entire ride Dean's heart had been beating a little faster and every worry had run across his mind.

The emergency room wasn't crowded when they arrived. The staff had immediately run over with a gurney on their heels when they saw the two tall men waltz in, one with a bloodied girl in his arms. Dean couldn't find anything to say during the wait. Every time he had opened his mouth no words would find their way out in the air. So Sam being the gentleman he is had started.

"What happened Dean?"

"That bitch ghost kidnapped us outside the restaurant. Well I guess adultnapped. Any ways she took us to that stupid building and she said that 'she was going to show the pain of love'. Then she hurt her and I tried to stop her but I couldn't get to her in time before she…"

"Dean, it's not your fault."

"Yes it is! She asked for our help and I let her get hurt! I let the one that I wanted to save most get a knife threw the stomach!"

"DEAN! You got the thing that did this. You did help her, imagine what would have happened if you hadn't been there."

"Sam, I don't know what to do anymore." Dean said as his final wall crumbled and he let the damn of tears spill out over his face.

"Mr. Hetfield?" A young nurse questioned and Dean didn't even realize it was his alliance until Sam called out. "The doctor can tell you what's going on now."

Then she smiled cheekily and pointed them in the direction of a short scruffy man in a white coat. With one last glance at them as then stepped away. Dean all but ran to the doctor, screeching to a halt in front of the older man.

"You must be Mr. Hetfield." The stubby man stated sticking his hand out toward Dean, who quickly shook it before giving a questioning look. "Well she had to go into a minor surgery to sew up the wound. Before you worry, she came out of it fine and is resting in ICU. She is awake at the moment if you would like to see her, but only one at a time, and she has been administered a sedative so she will most likely be out in a few minutes."

"Thank you." Dean mumbled before swiveling his head to Sam and running off to Elizabeth's room.

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"Hey, last time I saw you it was killing an evil ghost." Elizabeth called to him giving a weak smile that was still unbelievably dazzling.

"And you were sitting there watching."

"Well I have a good excuse."

"Yeah, I know."

"So what happened to our lovely, yawn, hostess?"

"Well," Dean snickered as he swayed over to the side of the hospital bed. "I sent her to hell."

He stated with a smile while stroking Elizabeth's cheek which now had a rosy color. Slowly she raised her arm, using the rest of her strength to clutch Dean's strong hand. Bleary eyed she stroked his thumb with the tip of her forefinger and kissed the side of his hand.

"Promise me you won't leave." She begged in a hushed tone, her voice going foggy.

"I promise." Satisfied with the answer Elizabeth gave a long yawn and slid into a deep sleep. Dean stood there for a few moments just holding her soft face his rough hands. She leaned trustingly into his touch and he could feel the even breathes which came out soft on his palm. Then he slowly removed his hand and knelt down to kiss her forehead before sitting down roughly in the stiff plastic chairs. He wasn't going anywhere.