I woke up with a groan and a weird sense of dejavu. Everything hurt even more than last time I woke up, and the bizarre feeling of being in the wrong body probably wouldn't go away until I was back in my own.

So I stayed laying there, eyes closed. I could feel the comforting warmth of Dean next to me and hear the calm even breathing that told me he was passed out asleep.

I was glad for his close presence, I had a vague lingering feeling of fear that came after a bad nightmare. I couldn't actually remember what the nightmare had been about, but I had a vague memory of Dean's stressed face hovering over me.

Honestly everything was a little fuzzy from about the time we drove away from the angel fight. I remembered fragments of an incredibly painful walk, though I wasn't sure why walking from the car to the hotel room would have taken as long as I seemed to remember. Maybe my brain had been playing tricks on me. I think I'd had the start of a fever.

I felt clear headed now though. Which made me wonder how long I'd been out for. I'd been known to loose whole weeks to fever over the years. I hoped this was not one of those occasion.

I opened my eyes and looked around the room. The orange tinged light seeping in through the windows told me it was either sunrise or sunset.

I lifted my head off the pillow a little, trying to ignore the protest of stiff, sore muscles, and noticed something worrying.

There was no sign of Cas or Taylor. Cas I wasn't so worried about, he could look after himself. But Taylor should be here, shouldn't she?

I was trying to decide if I should attempt to get up and check she wasn't just out of my line of sight, or wake Dean up and ask him.

I was relieved to be saved the trouble of either when the two in question walked past the room window and the key turned in the lock. Dean didn't even stir. It wouldn't surprise me to find he had hardly slept since he found I was missing. It was definitely a fault of his…worrying too much about everyone except himself.

I gave them a tired smile as they walked in, closing the door quietly behind themselves when they saw that Dean was asleep.

They smiled back, and I saw that they were carrying food, drinks, and a pair of crutches. It took me a few moments of confusion to work out why they would be carrying crutches. The size of them said that they weren't for me to use…not in this body. Then I remembered that Dean had hurt his ankle in the angel fight. I gave his sleeping form a worried look, how badly had he injured it to need crutches?

Taylor leant the crutches against the small bedside table between the beds, next to Dean. Then she went over to the table where Cas had sat the rest of the food and drinks.

Cas had come over to my side of the bed. "How are you feeling?" He asked in a low voice, helping to confirm my suspicion that Dean had only just succumbed to sleep.

I thought about the question for a few moments before answering. "Like I've been hit by a bus." I finally told him.

He frowned, leaning down to feel my forehead. "You were not in an auto accident." He informed me.

I chuckled lightly, and heard Taylor laugh a little too, "It's ok Cas. I know I wasn't really hit by a bus. I just mean that I hurt all over."

He didn't look entirely convinced. "What do you remember happening?"

"Um, well, I woke up in girls body…" I frowned once again trying to work out how long I'd been out. "What day is it?"

The sudden change in topic didn't seem to relieve his fears for my mental state. I wondered how bad the fever had been.

"It's Wednesday evening." Taylor supplied from the table. I glanced over to see her starting to tuck into a burger and my stomach rumbled. She grinned, "I bought you a chicken salad wrap and a coffee when you're ready."

"Thanks." I turned my attention back to Cas. Wednesday meant that I had only been unconscious for the night, which just left me feeling more confused. Fever's didn't just vanish overnight. Hopefully Cas could fill in the gaps once he was satisfied that I was clear headed.

"So I woke up yesterday morning at that cabin out in the woods with…those two." I didn't feel like re-living those memories just yet, so I skipped over it. "They…did what they did…then you guys turned up and killed them. You passed out trying to heal me." I gave him an assessing look.

"I am fine now." He told me. "Please continue."

I nodded, he did look to be ok again. "Dean loaded us all into their car. We stopped to heat up some soup…and got attacked." I paused, concentrating. Things started to get fuzzy from there. "You and Dean…killed them too?" I looked to Cas for confirmation and he nodded. "Um…Dean hurt his ankle…how bad is it?" I asked, concerned.

"It is badly sprained. He will need to stay off it for several days." Cas told me. At least that meant it wasn't broken, always a good start.

"After that… We kept driving back to the hotel…" I gave a frustrated huff as I tried to get my memories straight. "I think we had to walk for some reason…but I mostly just remember it hurting, I can't remember why." I shrugged helplessly. "I had a fever, right?"

Cas nodded. "It got bad."

I frowned, "Then why am I ok now?"

"I healed you." He said, then cut me off before I could say anything. "Dean gave me permission. Your fever was too high. The only other option was hospital."

"In that case…thank you." I said with a sincere smile.

"You are welcome. Would you like some help sitting up so you can eat?"

I nodded. "Yes please."

He very gently moved me to an upright position. Despite his care, it hurt like hell, more than just the pull of yesterday's wounds…

Once I had shifted up to lean against the headboard, careful not to jostle Dean, looked down at myself. I was wearing clean clothes, but I was also, more worryingly, wearing fresh bruises.

"What am I missing?" I asked, looking at Taylor now that I was upright and could do so more easily.

"You…were having a…nightmare, or something…" She said quietly. I waited patiently for her to continue. It had obviously been one more thing that she hadn't needed to see… "You were thrashing around…We…had to hold you down."

She obviously didn't want to say anymore on the subject because she sat her burger down and brought over my wrap and coffee. "You need to eat."

I nodded, and accepted the food, and the pain killers Cas passed me to go with it.

"Should I wake Dean for his?" She asked me, hesitating near the bed.

I shook my head. "Let me guess, he's had about four hours sleep since yesterday morning?"

"Three before we left." Cas supplied.

"Let him sleep. We can reheat it when he wakes up."

She nodded and went back to the table to finish eating her own meal.

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