Dean woke up with a pounding headache. The lights were too bright for his liking. Blinking as fast as he could, his eyes adjusted to the shine.
"What the…" Dean mumbled to himself. The white room he was in was unfamiliar. Dean tried to sit up, but the sudden movements made him dizzy. The beeping machine next him him sped up, as Dean shut his eyes, trying to push the nausea away from his stomach.
The door opened.
Dean looked over to a young woman, in her early thirties, with brown hair and brown eyes. She wore an all white uniform, and held a clipboard in her hands. Seeing that Dean was awake, she smiled at him.
"Hello. How are you feeling?" She asked. Looking at his surroundings, Dean hesitated, then spoke. "F-fine. Look, I've got to go." He tried sitting up again, this time with less difficulty. The nurse ran over, and gently pushed him back down.
"No, you can't leave yet. You're suffering from head trauma, concussion, possible brain damage, you're staying right here." The nurse left no room for Dean to complain. "It's good that you're up, but since you seem like you're going to be causing some issues for us, I'll just up your sedative." She stuck a needle into Dean's neck, and pressed the liquid into his veins.
Even with the sedative, Dean's heart raced. He knew something wasn't right. Drowsiness was overwhelming the hunter. All he wanted was to drift off into sleep, and not wake up for a day, but he kept fighting. Dean felt himself blacking out. He could no longer hold open his eyes. Slowly closing them, the last image Dean say was the nurse grinning, as he eyes turned pitch black.
Sorry, I kind of abandoned the story. I was and still am not sure of how to continue. I hope to keep writing, but who knows.