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I explained everything I knew to Trev and his father. Joshua thought he should go check on Dean and let John know they were there, but Trevor stayed with me. The nicer nurse brought me some lunch and I persuaded her into giving Trev one too. Turns out, I couldn't even need the first one. That whole stigma about hospital food being awful? Yeah, not a lie. Trevor offered to get me something from the outside world but I didn't want him to go. "Well then are you warm? You need me to get you some extra blankets or something?"

"No thanks." I said. "I mean I could use some real clothes so I can get out of this stupid gown, but Sammy's on that."

"I wouldn't have been able to help you with that anyway." He said.

"Why not?"

"Maybe because I happen to like the view when you turn around in that thing." He smiled.

"Perve!" I smiled back.

"Is ther anything else you need?" He asked. "Anything at all."

"You mean like my brother to wake up, or the evil demon to die?" I thought to myself. "No." I said. "I'm alright. I can't believe you're here right now. I wanted to call you so badly during this whole thing, but it would have been dangerous."

He sat down in the chair next to my bed.."I figured after the second day with no phone call you'd gone into radio silence for some reason or another. At least I hoped that's why you weren't calling." He looked away.

"What is it Trev?"

"Honestly, when Bobby said you guys were in the hospital, I was sorta relieved. I know that sounds awful, but it was contact… We knew you were alive." He kissed my hand. "It's so good to see you."

"You too." I smiled. Something next to me buzzed and I jumped a little, pulling my hand away from him. It was weird. My nerves were never that easy to hit.

"It's just your phone Becca." He said softly. I think it freaked him to see me so anxious. Trev handed me my cell.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey kiddo." It was Sammy. "Bobby said Trevor and Joshua should be at the hospital soon."

"Yeah they're here." I said. "So you said you're with Bobby? Does that mean you have the colt?"

"Yup. It was right where I said it'd be." He said. "I just gotta get this list of protection stuff to Bobby and then he's gonna give me a ride back."

"Why don't you just drive the Impala back?" I asked. "You know Dean'll freak if he wakes up and his baby's not here."

"I can't drive the Impala." Sam said.

"Oh, come on Sammy. I know he's overprotective but you and I have been driving the damned thing for a year. I figured we could do it without his permission at this point."

"It's not that." He said. "The Impala is in pretty bad shape. Bobby thinks we should just scrap it but…"

"Screw that!" I said.

"Relax. I told him I wouldn't ever do that. Dean would have me killed if I even mentioned it to him." I couldn't deny that. "Alright. I'll be back in a bit." Sam said, before pausing. "Hey Bex?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you." He said. "You know that don't you?"

"Of course I do. I love you too Sam…Sam is everything okay?"

"Yeah." Sammy said. "I guess with everything that's happened in the past couple of days I just wanted to make sure you know."

"Sam we're all gonna be fine." "It has to be." I thought to myself.

"…Look I just wanted to check on you. See if Joshua and Trev were there yet…"

"They're here and I'm fine." I said. Soon after I hung up with Sam, Joshua came back. "So what's the game plan?"

"Game plan?" He asked.

"For getting Dean better so we can blow this popsicle stand. I mean that is what you and my Dad talked about isn't it?"

"It was mentioned." Joshua said.

"And?"

"We still need to review our options." He said coldly. "I need to stop by the library. See if they have a book that might be useful."

"Okay." I said carefully and eyed his son quickly. Trevor shrugged.

Joshua turned to his son. "Trevor, I want you to take Becca up to her father's room…"

"He doesn't need to 'take' me Joshua. I can walk to the elevator just like him." I explained, trying to lighten the quickly spiraling mood of the room.

"Humor me." He said to me, before going back to Trevor. "As I was saying, take her up and then meet me down by the car."

"But Dad we just got here…" Trev started.

Joshua cut him off. "Meet me downstairs."

"Yes sir." Trevor said tensely.

"We'll be back soon, Becca." Joshua exited the room.

"Something sure crawled up his ass." Trevor said as he began taking my to my Dad's room.

"He seemed alright earlier." I said.

"Yeah, he was okay in the car." He said. "I don't know what's with him."

"You think maybe something happened while he was in my Dad's room?" I asked. All signs pointed to yes. I mean I didn't know what he could have possibly said to him, but my Dad's never really had a way with people (that he wasn't trying to con), even his own friends. It seemed like with every ally we'd ever known, Dad had at least one story of a "fall out" with them.

"I don't know." He shrugged and wheeled me out of the elevator. "I'll be back soon okay."

"What I don't get full service?" I asked. "You're just gonna drop me off in front of the elevator?"

"No." he said. "I'm gonna take you into your Dad's room. But I'm gonna kiss you in front of the elevator. There's no use having two father's pissed at me for no reason."

"I like the way you think." I said as he leaned in to give me a kiss. And another. And anoth…

"Just what guy loves to see." I winced hearing Sam's voice. "Their little sister sucking face in public places."

"Hey Sam." Trevor said awkwardly.

"Hey Trevor." Sam said. "I thought Dad told you to stay in your room until I came and got you?"

"Joshua told Trevor to bring me back." I explained.

"Yeah, well do me a favor and go back for a second." My brother said.

"What the hell?" I said. "I'm not some damned hot potato or something."

"Please, Becca." Sam said. "This is important."

"Then I want to be there." I said. Sam gave me a look. Not the patented "you really have no other choice since I'm in charge her." This was different. Sammy's eyes were almost begging me to obey. "Alright fine." We watched Sam go into Dad's room, angrily gripping a paper bag. Trevor started to take me back into the elevator, but I stopped him. "Leave me here." I said.

"Um didn't you just tell your brother…"

"Look, I need to know what's going on. They try to protect me from thing all the time, but I have a feeling if no one's there to step in on this…You wont get in trouble. I'll tell them I came myself."

"Becca…"

"I'm serious." I said. "Go." He kissed my forehead and got in the elevator alone. I quietly wheeled myself over to the side of Dad's door. In the minute Sam had been in there alone, a fight had already started.

"You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some stupid macho showdown." Sam said, to my horror.
"I have a plan," Dad said.
"That's exactly my point!" Sammy screamed. "Dean is dying and you have a plan. You know, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!"
"Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean." Dad said angrily.
"How?" Sam asked. "How is revenge gonna help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself, it's the same selfish obsession."
"That's funny, I thought this was your obsession too. You begged me to be part of this hunt. Now, if you killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened."

They were hurling insults at each other, like I'd never heard before.
"It was possessing you, Dad!" Sam explained. "I would have killed you too!"
"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now."

I'd had enough. I got out of that stupid chair.
"Go to hell!" I heard Sam say bitterly.
I stood in the doorway and saw Dad and Sam both shades of red. "I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake." Dad said.

I was about to try and stop them when the glass of water Dad had at his bedside slammed to the ground. We all looked at it. Sam looked up and saw me. "I told you to wait in your room."

"Yeah," I said. "so you guys could scream at each other?"

Dad was about to say something when these nurses started running into Dean's room. Sam brushed passed me to see what was going on. I followed behind him. I was going as fast as I could, but I couldn't keep up. Maybe the doctor's were right about the whole wheelchair thing. When I got to the door, I saw doctors crowding around my brother.

"Sammy?" I said. "What's going…"

"I don't know." He cut me off. I felt like I was gonna pass out. Dean looked so weak, but he was going to be okay…he had to be. The doctors got his heart beating again, thank God. Sam had this weird look on his face.

"What is it?" I asked wincing slightly. My legs were still having a little trouble. Sam caught the look and got me back into the wheelchair by Dad's room. When we got to Dad's room I told him Dean was okay. But Sammy's look hadn't changed. "Sam what the hell?"

"I…" He started. "Just now in Dean's room I felt something."

"What do you mean, you "felt something"? Dad asked.
"I mean, it felt like…like Dean, like he was there, just out of eyeshot or something." Sam explained.

"You think it has to do with the whole psychic thing?" I asked.

"Do you thing it's even possible?" Sam asked Dad. "Do you think his spirit could be around?" somehow I liked the term "presence" better than "spirit." Dean wasn't dead.
"Anything's possible." Dad said. Sam said he had to pick up a few things and was getting ready to leave the room when Daddy stopped him. "Wait." He said. "I promise… both of you… I won't hunt this demon. At least not until we know Dean's okay."

Sam nodded appreciatively and then left.

"Daddy?" I said. He nodded. "You wouldn't have done it either, you know."

"Done what?"

"Used the colt. If it had been one of us." I said.

"That's different."

"How?"

"I'm your father. It's my job to protect you." he said. "It's my job to make sure you're okay."

"We're a team…a family. We protect each other…Besides, I don't know how okay we'd be if Sammy killed you."

"You're strong kids. I'd like to think I had something to do with that… Point is, you don't need me anymore." He said, almost in a whisper.

"Dad we're always gonna need you. And as necessary as you think sacrificing you was, that's just not something Sam could have done."

"I know he couldn't." He said.

There was a minute of silence. One of the nurses came in and took his food tray away. It looked like he'd eaten less of it than I had. "I swear Daddy. We've eaten some heinous stuff you know. I thought we'd all developed, like, an iron stomach or something. But the food they have here makes me long for sleazy gas station microwave burritos."

Dad chuckled softly. "Amen to that."

"You know we should call up Trev and Joshua. I'm sure they'd be willing to get us something to eat." I reached for his phone, but Dad blocked my hand.

"No." he said.

"Okay." I said. "Are you sure cuz I know…"

"I said no Rebecca." Dad said. Something was definitely going on. I hadn't even done anything, and I still got "Rebecca'd." It was just a suggestion. I mean I knew her was hungry so I just thought he might actually want to eat. My mistake.

"I'm sorry Dad." I said. "Did something happen between you and Joshua?"

I actually expected Dad to get ticked. I don't even really know why I asked. I mean, it wasn't like I was asking for trouble, but I couldn't help it. Surprisingly he just looked at me. "We just had a disagreement. I had an idea about something that might help your brother. He thought it was too risky."

"An idea?" I said. "what is it? Could it really help him?"

Dad sighed. "He was right. It was a bad plan."

"Oh…" I said dejectedly.

"He's going to be okay Becca." Dad said comfortingly.

"I know." I said. "You wanna know how I know?"

Dad shrugged. "How?"

"When you went missing, at first I thought you were just stuck on a hunt. Breaking your own rule about no radio silence for longer than two weeks. Didn't call for two days. After that I got scared. Cuz you know how Dean feels about radio silence. He'd find some way to make sure I was okay. But there was nothing for two days. And when I'd almost called Sammy, Dean finally showed up. And said he hadn't seen you and I… I don't know I freaked out. Tried to hide it but… I don't know I just… got scared and sick and just SO angry that we didn't know where you were…"

"I'm sorry." Dad said.

"Not just at you. At me for doubting if you were okay, and Dean for not knowing where you were, and Sam for being away when you were gone. I wasn't just angry at you… Well a little bit at you." Dad smiled a little. "Anyways Dean kept telling me over and over again that you were okay, because you were always okay. You were invincible. Nothing could touch you. Nothing could hurt you, you know. But the thing is, with all due respect Dad, that's not true. I've seen you hurt and I've seen you broken. It's Dean who's invincible. The Demon did get one thing right. He holds us together. So that's how I know he's going to be okay."

Dad nodded. "I know he will little girl. I promise."

A/N: also I don't know if any of you guys are on supernatural.tv, but I post this story there also and I haven't been able to update because I can't log on. They say the username I'm giving them doesn't exist. If any of you guys are members of that site and could possibly tell me the username I'm under for it, I'd be really grateful.