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"You were supposed to pick me up this morning so I didn't die of boredom you idiot. When I said not too early I didn't mean for you to wrap your precious car around a freaking tree." Someone's soft and worried voice cried next to Dean. Her sarcasm choked with tears as she tried to keep from breaking down into a heap, that would her seem weak. He could hear every word that came from the strong girl but stayed silent with eyes sealed shut because he couldn't seem to break his eyelids apart.

"You're going to die when you see your car, but I know you'll fix her." Elizabeth babbled with a soft smile until she could feel the damn break. Unshed tears flowed from her watery eyes and she clung to Dean's hand letting her forehead rest on his knuckles. "You promised not to leave me Dean and I've ever known you to go back on a promise. Don't be a liar now! Come on are you going to go down like this? You can't die by tree it's not dramatic enough. Please, Dean, please don't leave me alone."

Slowly she leaned forward and pressed her slim lips to his pale cheek letting her tears mix with the thin gleam of sweat. Dean painfully stretched his eyes open and stared at her as she cried into his hand not seeing his newly opened grey green eyes. "I'm keeping my promise."

"DEAN! You're awake!" Elizabeth stated with her widest smile then she slapped the side of his head gently with her palm.

"What was that for? I'm injured."

"Don't scare me like that again, jerk."

"I'll try my best so, how bad is my baby?"

"Not to good, you rammed her engine."

"No! What about my brother?"

"He's doing okay, giving the fact he was freaking out. But I mean he is the only one of us who hast been in the hospital." Elizabeth said beginning to babble to herself before looking at Dean's worried eyes, "and I am going to go tell him your awake."

"Thank you, would you mind if I could talk to him."

"Yeah no problem." Then with a smile she left the room stopping outside the door way to speak to a tall shadow. Dean scrunched his face and pinched the bridge of his nose to press the blossoming pain in his head away. A shocking pain shuddered up his spine and he clenched his teeth together to keep down the bile which was rising. Letting the pain fall from his features when Sam entered the crappy hospital room.

"Hey Sammy!"

"It's…never mind, how you doing?"

"I'm fine." Sammy gave him a cryptic look trying to glare through his mask but Dean wouldn't let it slip.

"Sure, now how did you wrap your car around a tree?"

"I must have dozed off after all it has been a couple of busy da…"

"No Dean, now how about you try the truth this time." Well it was part of the truth, he didn't technically lie. For a full three minutes the brothers stared each other down, before a glimmer of a grimace past behind Dean's pupils. Sam was one of the only people who would have noticed, and he did. Sam let concern drown out his frustration and softened his gaze till it was no more than a plea.

"Not the puppy eyes, Sammy." The pleading watch didn't even lessen let alone disappear. "Fine, I don't know why but I felt sort of…sick…ever sense that ghost."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, dizzy, and a bad headache, and then everything got blurry before I passed out."

"Okay, well, we will find out what's going on. Don't worry Dean."

"I'm not worrying it causes wrinkles." Dean smirked, rubbing a hand over his smooth cheek. Sam couldn't help but let a sliver of a smile run over his lips.

"We should tell Elizabeth…"

"No. I don't want her to worry; we can just tell her there is another victim or something…"

"What if she wants to meet this 'victim'?"

"Tell her we got it, I don't know, you're the college boy."

"Dean I still think she could help…"

"She could help!" A familiar voice called from the doorway. Dean flicked his eyes upward to stare at angry blue eyes across the room.

"How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough."

"Oh, that much huh?"

"Yep, the doc wanted me to tell you that you can leave whenever but he recommends you stay to…"

"All right then let's go." Dean interjected peeling back the hospital sheets and beginning to hop up.

"Fine, but you have to promise that you will take it easy." She snarked with a sly smile knowing it was probably one of the hardest things to ask of him. With a grim look Dean nodded carefully breaking his hazel eyes away from Elizabeth's watch.

"I'm going to start the car…"

"You said that she was…"

"Well I fixed it some just so it gets started, now it's your turn. So, I'll start the car," Elizabeth stated slyly as she glided beside Dean. She placed her lips inches from his, her warm breathe washing over his pale face, and let his lips beg for hers before breathing out her next words. "We will talk later."

Then with a teasing peck on the cheek she strolled away, letting her tightly jeaned legs sway side to side slightly. With one last glance she was out of Dean's longing gave.

Sam looked at his love struck brother and chuckled, "Man, your screwed."