Author's Note: Hey guys!... Sorry for the delay in posts. I've had a really rough couple of weeks. I've had somethings going on, and its kept my mind scattered and unfocused. I really like this chapter, and I hope you guys will too… on a day like today I wish I could get a Dean hug. Love you all, please READ and REVIEW!

Everything was foggy… hazy in Sara's mind. There were voices. Sam's voice begging her to help Dean. Dean crying out in pain. Dean calling her name.

She couldn't find the strength to move, but she could pull her eyes open just a little, finding the room around her to be dimly lit. Familiar. She thought it was her room in the bunker, but she couldn't be sure. All she knew is that Dean was dying. Dean was going to die, and then she tried to save him, but then there was darkness, and now she doesn't know if he's alive.

A world without Dean Winchester. It was a world she didn't want to see. So she closed her eyes again.

She tried to push her mouth to form words, tried to speak his name. Call out for Sam. Call out for anyone. But nothing happened. Her mind was awake, but her body was deep in slumber.

"Dean." Sam called out. Dean was barely asleep in the chair next to Sara's bed. His feet propped up.

"Hm. Yeah?"

"She still out?"

"Yeah." Dean said wiping his hands down his face.

"Dude. Shower, eat. Do something… I'll sit with her."

"No. I'm fine."

"Dean. You stink, and If I know Sara then she's going to want to hug you when she wakes up. Don't punish her for it."

Dean sniffed himself momentarily and quickly pulled back. He shrugged and finally caved in, standing from Sara's bedside.

"I'll be back in twenty minutes tops."

"Dean, just go take a break. We're fine." Sam said rolling his eyes as his brother hesitated before actually leaving the room. Sam shook his head as he watched Dean drag down the hallway, then he walked forward and sat on the edge of Sara's bed. He gently pushed the hair out of her face and put his hand to her forehead. She still felt a bit feverish, but she slowly stirred under his touch.

"Sara?" Sam asked softly.

Sara began to mumble incoherently, pushing to get some control of herself.

"Sara, you in there?" Sam said as he gently shook her arm.

Her head gently rolled side to side.

"Sam." She managed to whisper.

"Yeah, it's me… It's Sam. Just. Rest okay."

"D-Dean." She barely mouthed.

"He's okay. You did it Sara… you did it."

Before he could say another word Sara was asleep again, breathing slowly and deeply. Sam adjusted the blankets around her and then sat back, reaching over for a book off her shelf to read.

Dean showered slowly, and now that he was alone and had the chance to think he agreed with Sam. He needed a break. Something about being away from Sara for the moment made things seem different. Looking at her he couldn't stand to be away from her… away from her he realized that he was being overly clingy. It's like he was thinking clearly for the first time in days, the grace in his system clouding his mind.

Dean finished his shower and dressed, then he went to the kitchen where he cracked a beer and made himself a sandwich. He stood at the counter and ate in silence. He hadn't even realized until now how hungry he was. He couldn't remember the last time he ate. After he finished eating his first sandwich he promptly made and devoured a second one.

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"Hey." Dean called out as he reentered the bedroom, leaning against the doorway.

"Hey. She woke up for a split second." Sam said as he stood.

"What? Really?"

"Yeah man, she's trying… she just needs more time."

"Good." Dean nodded.

"Why don't you take the rest of the night off, I'll keep an eye on her, maybe in the morning she'll wake up for real."

"Uhh… Yeah. Yeah sure." Dean agreed to Sam's surprise. "I'm gonna go out and get a drink."

"Okay, yeah. I'll call if she wakes up."

"Yeah. See ya." Dean said before turning to leave.

Sam watched in curiosity… he found it odd that his resolve on the subject changed so quickly. He wondered if the prior reluctance to leave Sara's side had more to do with Sara's grace than Sara herself. Either way, he grabbed a book off of Sara's shelf and propped himself up in the chair.

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Sam was asleep, until he felt something bumping his feet. He flinched slightly, then remembered he was still in Sara's room. His eyes shot awake and in front of him was Sara, lightly thrashing in the bed.

"Sara… Sara." He repeated as he patted her face gently.

"Saaaaam.." She whined as she grabbed his arms.

"Hey!" Sam smiled and chuckled all at the same time. He moved to turn on the lamp.

"Ah! Turn it off!" Sara cried.

"Okay, okay… its off." He shushed her.

"It hurts." She mumbled.

"Okay, no lights. Got it. You scared the hell out of us… you've been out for a few days now."

"Dean… is Dean okay?" She said remembering and jumping forward.

"Yes, he's find Sara. You saved him."

"Where is he?"

"Uhh.." Sam mumbled as he lifted his wrist to look at his watch. "Its about 4 am… he went out for a drink hours ago. He should be back. Let me go see if I can find him."

"No… don't go."

"I'll be right back. I promise." He assured her before he stood and stepped out of the room. Sara whimpered as he left, Sam took off down the hall.

"Dean!" Sam called out as he busted into Dean's room. It was empty. He moved back out and towards the kitchen.

"Dean, hey!" He called out. No answer. He checked the library as well before picking up his phone. Listening to two short rings before Dean picked up the phone.

"Hello?" He slightly slurred.

"Dude, where are you?"

"Uhhh…" Dean groaned as he slipped out of the bed next to the sleeping brunette. "Heading home, why?"

"Sara's up. She's asking for you."

"What?!"

"Yeah, man she's awake, get your ass back here."

"Alright, alright, I'm coming." Dean said, Sam could hear the engine start up before the phone disconnected. Dean stomped on the gas and flew past the buzzing motel sign.

"Sara?" Sam said softly as he reentered the room, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Sam… where is he?"

"He's on his way home right now, here, have something to drink." Sam offered her a glass of water. She weakly accepted it and coughed as the liquid hit the back of her throat, but she continued to drink.

"Thank you." She mumbled handing it back. "What happened?"

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"Dean was dying, and you just kept yelling for me to do something, and… I don't know. It all went black after that."

"Yeah, sorry about the yelling. But uh, you did it Sara. You saved him, healed him completely in a matter of minutes."

"Really?" She asked surprised.

"Yeah. He was the one who carried you back to the car."

"Did.. Did I just pass out?"

"Yeah. Your pulse was weak, you were burning up. You've been out for a few days now. You scared the hell out of us." Sam chuckled at the end. "Next time, just get him mostly healed and save some for yourself."

"I don't know how to control it." She admitted as she winced and put her head in her hands.

"Hey, you okay? How you feeling?"

"Like I've got a headache from hell."

"What can I get you?"

"I don't know."

"I know you usually sleep these things off but I think it'd be better if you got up for a while."

"It's too bright."

"Hold on, I'll be right back." Sam said as he jogged out of the room, then quickly returned.

"Here. Put these on." He said handing her a pair of dark tint sunglasses.

"This is so much better." Sara said with relief as she moved to stand. Sam stood in front of her, waiting to help steady her.

Sara moved to push off the bed, but her arm gave out.

"Whoa, here. Let me help." Sam said as he reached down and lifted her up. She took deep breaths as the world around her spun. She didn't even hear as the boots came jogging down the hall towards her room, or how Dean's breath caught in his throat when he turned the corner into her room.

"You good?" Sam asked as she moved to take a step and he released his grip on her.

"Yeah. I'm fine." She nodded as she turned, catching sight of Dean in the doorway.

"Dean." She whispered. Dean smiled and walked into the room towards her, Sara's eyes watered with each step as the sight of a healthy strong Dean came closer. She moved to walk towards him, but stumbled, Dean quickly reached out to steady her.

"Whoa, easy there Elton John. What's with the sunglasses?" He smiled.

"Killer headache." She replied with a small smile. The two of them stared at each other for a moment, Dean was unable to see her blue orbs past the glasses, but he could feel them on his.

"You scared me sweetheart."

"Back at you asshole. I thought you were dead."

"I did too… thanks for that by the way."

"That's what I'm here for right?" She slightly joked.

Dean felt a twinge of sadness at her reply, the way she made it sound like it was her obligation and not her choice. He couldn't find the words to reply with, so instead he just pulled her into him, one arm around her waist to support her weight, and the other lightly rubbed at the back of her head.

Sara felt like she had waited days for this moment. Relief flooded her as it sank in that she really did save him. That she really possessed the power to bring someone back from the brink of death. But damn… did she feel drained and exhausted. She didn't want to let go of him, she worried if she did she'd fall to the ground.

"You hungry?" He asked interrupting her thoughts. She simply nodded against his chest. "Can you walk?"

"I don't know." She admitted.

"No problem." He said as he moved one arm behind her knees and swooped her up into the air. She laid against his shoulder and sighed softly.

"You want some painkillers?" Sam asked from behind her as they walked down the hall.

"Won't work."

"Sure you don't wanna try?"

"I'm sure… It'll go away eventually."

Dean carried her with ease until they reached the kitchen, where he sat her on the counter beside the stove. She shifted slightly and scooted back until the upper half of her back and her head rested against the cabinets. Dean pulled a pan off the rack and placed it on the stove.

"Whatcha hungry for?"

"Anything."

"Don't give me ideas." Dean winked to her, she giggled playfully and rolled her eyes at his innuendo.

"Any type of FOOD you feel like making." She corrected.

"How bout a grilled cheese?"

"Mm… that actually sounds amazing."

"Want some tomato soup to go with it?" Sam offered as he walked over to the pantry.

"Yes please."

Sara watched lazily as the boys cooked her and themselves a very unconventional breakfast.

"Want some coffee?" Sam said offering her a cup. She accepted it graciously and sipped, feeling the caffeine work its way through her body. She was slowly beginning to feel like a person again. She finished the cup rather quickly, but turned down a second one. Not wanting to mix flavors between coffee and her food that would be ready momentarily.

"What have you two been doing the last few days?"

"Well Dean hasn't le-" Sam started.

"Just checking in on you, doing some research, the usual." Dean interrupted him.

Sam shot him a curious and smug look, Dean rolled his eyes discreetly and went back to flipping the grilled cheese sandwich into the air. Sara didn't notice the exchange between the boys.

"Did you find us another case?" Sara asked.

"Uhh, not yet." Dean lied. "We figured we would let you rest up before we made our next move."

"Oh." Sara nodded. Then a thought ran across her mind. "Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Did um. Did I hurt you at all? Or… did you feel, weird?"

Dean's mind went straight to the pull that he felt between the two of them immediately following the healing. The way he couldn't stand to pull his eyes away from her sleeping form.

"Nope." He smiled. "Just felt like I was back to being me."

"Good." She smiled as Dean set a plate down next to her that had a bowl of soup and her sandwich cut down the middle. "Thank you."

"Anytime." Dean said as he made himself a plate of food, he and Sam stood at the counter and ate their food quietly. Sara picked at her sandwich and dipped the pieces into her soup. Letting it cool before she lifted the bowl and tipped it, finishing off the last of the warm liquid.

"Mm, you two sure know how to spoil a girl." She said as she licked her lips and set the bowl back down.

"We're just glad you're feeling better." Sam told her as he moved to take her plate and put it in the sink.

"Me too." She replied sleepily as she leaned back against the counter. Sam washed dishes as Dean finished his food. He moved to take a bite, but paused, noting that Sara had become very still beside him. He snapped his fingers at Sam, who gave him a curious look. He pointed with his eyes to Sara, who was most definitely asleep at this point. Sam laughed and shook his head. Dean put down the last of his food and gently tapped her leg. She didn't budge.

"Sara." Dean whispered, chuckling as she snored softly. He swung his arm under her legs and behind her back. As he pulled her off the counter she jumped awake, flailing in fear that she was falling.

"Whoa! I gotcha." Dean said setting her down to stand, but still holding her up. "Let's get you back to bed. Huh?"

"Nooo." She whined. "I've been in bed too long. I wanna stay up."

"Well I'm fine with that sweetheart, but you're falling asleep sitting up."

"I wanna take a hot shower. I'll feel better then."

"Sara… I don't know if you can? I mean you can barely stand."

"No… I'm fine. I can do it." She insisted pushing Dean's arms away from her.

"Sara." Dean scolded.

"Dean." Sara shot back.

"It's fine, just. Go lay down, read a book… its okay to sleep. Your body is still weak."

"Its only going to get weaker by laying in that bed. Trust me. I just wanna get up and do something."

"Fine, walk back to your room and I'll let you shower." Dean crossed his arms.

"Fine. And just for the record you won't let me do anything. I'm an adult, and I can shower whenever I want."

"Geez you're cranky."

"You're mean." She mumbled as she moved to step past him. She felt stronger after having coffee and food in her system. She was confident as she walked out of the kitchen, Dean following closely behind. But as she got about halfway down the hall she could feel her strength wavering.

No. No. No. She said to herself. You WILL make it to that damn room.

But she was growing slower, and Dean took notice. He shook his head at her stubbornness and moved closer to her. Watching as she began to reach for the wall to steady herself, but pulled back knowing he was watching her. Sara was about three steps away from her bedroom door when she finally caved and stopped. Leaning against the wall for support.

Dean moved to stand in front of her.

"Bed." He said strictly.

"No." She argued back as she stood up straight.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Dammit Sara… stop arguing with me and just listen to me. You nearly died back there, you gave a little too much and now your body needs to recharge. Stop fighting that."

"Dean! I want a shower! I've been in that bed for three damn days. I am not getting back into it until tonight after the sun goes down. I. Want. To. Shower. I want to smell good, and feel clean, and I'm doing this no matter what you say."

Dean nodded slowly.

"Fine." He said, and then without warning he picked Sara up and threw her over his shoulder.

"DEAN!" She squealed.

"You want a shower, you can have a shower." He replied with a cocky grin. He carried her through her room and into the bathroom, ripping back the curtain with one hand and turning on the water. Then he moved and put Sara down in the tub, not letting the water warm up first.

"DEAN!" She screamed as the cold water soaked her fully clothed body from the bottom of the tub where she laid. Dean ripped the curtain back to cover her.

"You can toss me your clothes and I'll get you new ones." He said form the other side of the closed curtain.

"UGH! Dean Winchester you are so damn stubborn!"

"You have no idea sweetheart." He said as he swung a towel over the top rail.

The water finally began to grow warmer and Sara's anger began to wilt as well.

"I'm not getting naked with you in here." She mumbled after a few minutes.

"Too bad. I'm not leaving you in here alone to fall and bust your ass. You wanted to shower, you can shower."

"Dean!" She whined.

"Better hurry before the water gets cold again."

"I swear on everything that is holy if you even move this curtain an inch I'll cut you where the sun don't shine Winchester."

"I like it when you talk dirty to me." He replied cockily as he looked at himself in the mirror, that is until a pile of soaking wet clothes smacked him in the back of the head. He turned and shot bitch face towards the closed curtain, but picked up the clothes and rung them out over the sink, laying them over the towel rack to dry. Then he noticed an article of clothing was missing.

"Uh, Sara?"

"What Dean?"

"… Were you going commando this whole time?"

"No you pig!" Sara shouted as she poked her head out of the shower. "I'm not handing you my dirty underwear! I do have a little self respect you know?!"

"Fine! Fine." He said holding up his hands in surrender. "Its not like it's the first time I've had women's dirty underwear in my hand but whatever."

"Ughhh… please don't go there."

"Are you almost done?"

"Have you seen how thick this hair is?"

"Hurry up." He groaned as he leaned backwards against the sink.

"Give me three more minutes. Can you go get me some new clothes please?"

"Yeah, any preferences?"

"Umm.. there should be some black shorts laying on my dresser, and any tshirt out of the third drawer will work. Sports bras are in the top drawer… and don't go digging around in there Winchester!"

"Ooooh." He teased. "What might we be hiding?"

"DEAN! I swear, I will yell for Sam and have him do it instead."

"Oh come on, what are you hiding in there? We're all adults you know." Dean's dirty mind began to wander.

"SAM!" Sara yelled.

"Oh hush! I won't go digging… I'll be right back. Don't fall out."

"I'm fine."

Dean shook his head and opened the bathroom door, moving towards the dresser that contained Sara's clothes. He easily found the short shorts laying on the top, and opened the third drawer to pull out a blue t-shirt that he remembered makes Sara's eyes pop. Then he opened the top drawer, exposing a pile of colorful fabrics he instantly recognized as underwear and bras. He nodded appreciatively at her interest in lace. He grabbed a simple pair of underwear and a sports bra of the same color. He moved to shut the drawer, but then his curiosity got the best of him. He slowly pulled the drawer back open and began to move things around.

"Dude." Sam's voice called out making him jump and slam the drawer shut. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing!" He quickly defended. "Getting her some clothes."

"She okay?"

"She's more stubborn than you but she's… making it."

"Okay. I thought I heard her call out."

"No. You must have been hearing things." Dean shrugged.

"Okay, holler if you need me."

"Yup." Dean nodded, adrenalin still running from being afraid of being caught.

Sam looked at him oddly, but kept walking. Just as Dean gathered the clothes in his hand he heard a loud noise coming from the bathroom.

"Sara!" He came running back in, noticing the water was no longer running, and the towel was no longer hung over the rail.

"I'm fine, Dean." Sara said pushing herself back to stand as Dean ripped open the curtain.

"What the hell happened? I left you in here for like two minutes!"

"I just. Slipped." Sara confessed as she pulled her towel tighter around her now that Dean's eyes were on her.

"Uh.." Dean said meeting her eyes and seeing her discomfort. "Here, are you okay to get dressed?"

"I'll be fine." She insisted shyly.

"Do you want me to wait outside?" He offered seeing how genuinely shy she was about the situation.

"No… just. Turn around." She said softly. Dean did as she asked and stepped to face the door, leaning against it with one hand as Sara stepped out onto the rug below the tub and quickly drying her legs before slipping on her underwear and shorts. Then she turned to face away from him as she dropped the towel and moved to put on her bra. She struggled to straighten the twisted fabric as it clung to her wet back, her body's weakness taking over.

"Ugh." She grumbled. Then she let out a slow sigh. "…. Dean?"

"Yeah?" He asked not yet turning around.

"Can you help me?" She barely spoke. "No jokes."

Dean slowly turned around, and found her standing topless, facing the wall and holding her arms across her chest to hold her bra up. Her full back exposed showing a lettering tattoo going down her spine, a colorful flower on her shoulder, and the tip of another peeking out of her shorts. He looked her up and down taking in the way her hips curved, and the cinch of her waist giving her an hour glass figure.

"Dean?" She asked nervously.

"Yeah. I got you." He said shaking the thoughts from his head as he stepped forward and unrolled the tight fabric, straightening the straps up along her shoulders.

Sara had to hold back her soft sigh as his warm fingers slid over her back. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. Waiting for his hands to leave.

"Need help with your shirt?"

"No… I think I can get it." She said reaching over to the sink and pulling the shirt on over her head. Once it was on, Dean reached up and pulled her hair out of the back of it, making sure not a single strand was trapped under the shirt. Sara turned slowly and kept her eyes glued to the floor feeling slightly embarrassed by her need for help.

"Thanks." She whispered.

"No problem. Can I help you back to bed now?"

"No." She looked up to him from under her long lashes.

"Well what is it you plan on doing to stay awake for the day?"

"Movie marathon." She said crossing her arms and finding her confidence to look up to him face to face.

"Oh really?"

"Yep."

"And what is it you want to watch?"

"Hmmm… cheesy 90's slasher movies. Scream happens to be my favorite."

"Alright… want some company?"

"Sure."

"I'll get the popcorn." Dean smiled as he turned to leave the bathroom. Sara stood at the sink and brushed her teeth, then she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were a brighter blue that they usually were… or maybe it was just the shirt? If it was she had not noticed before. She picked up the sunglasses Sam offered her and thought about putting them back on… but then she decided that if she was going to push through this she was pushing through all of it, and placed them back on the sink.

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Sam moved some spare pillows off the empty beds onto the large couch they moved into the office they had recently turned into a movie room. Sam pulled up Amazon Prime on the screen as Sara walked in.

"Hey." He called out to her.

"Hey." She smiled.

"I think we've got everything settled. Dean's grabbing popcorn, there are some drinks and chips laid on the table incase you get hungry."

"Thanks Sam." Sara said walking up to him and wrapping her arms around him in a hug. "You're the best."

"Please, It's the least we can do to get you feeling better."

"I feel fine… I'm just…"

"Weak?"

"Yeah. Something like that."

"Well get comfy." Sam said handing her the remote.

Sara moved to sit in the middle of the couch, and Sam sat on the right side of her. Sara pulled up the blanket over her lap and laid a pillow on top of it to rest her arms. Just as Sam flipped off the lights Dean came around the corner with beer and popcorn in his arms.

"Alrighty! We should be set now." Dean said plopping down on the couch on Sara's other side. Sara giggled and shook her head as she searched for her movie, selecting it and settling in as the credits began to spread across the screen.

As the movie progressed Sara reached over and stole Dean's oversized bowl of popcorn and placed it on the pillow in her lap. Dean threw a piece at her before diving in and grabbing handful, Sam followed. Sara munched idly as they watched the screen quietly.

Dean had expected Sara to jump every time the killer came out from behind the corner, but instead he found her mumbling the lines of the movie in perfect timing.

"How many times have you watched this movie?"

"Dozens."

"And you're watching it again why? Its not even that good." Sam teased.

"Umm. Excuse you, but this is a classic."

"A classic not scary, scary movie?"

"Yup." Sara said popping the P. "Now stop talking." She teased back.

Dean shook his head at her, and then a piece of popcorn bounced off the corner of his nose. He looked over to her in mock offense, with his mouth open wide. Sara took this opportunity to throw another piece straight into his mouth. This time he busted out in laughter as he chewed the piece of popcorn, causing Sara to laugh herself.

"I know why you're into this movie." Dean leaned over and whispered in her ear in a seductive tone.

"Why's that?" She whispered feeling slightly out of breath.

"You got the hots for Billy Loomis."

"Maybe." She turned to him and winked. Dean's smile grew.

"Shhh.." Sam shushed them loudly, a smile pulling at his lips before Sara smacked him with a pillow. He softly snatched from her and tossed it to Dean, who plopped her on the top of the head with it.

"Hey! That's not fair! This is two on one." Sara laughed. "Just watch the movie!"

They went back to watching the movie, then the sequel, and then began the third movie… but over time Sara had gone from sitting in the middle of the couch to leaning one way, then the other, and now she was laying with a pillow against Dean's leg, and her feet tucked behind Sam's back.

She had barely got to see Patrick Dempsey before her eyes began to close against her wishes. Dean had began to notice her eyes closing periodically, and then her fighting to pull them open again. He swung an arm over her back and pulled the blanket up around her shoulders.

She didn't even fight as his arm settled over her, she simply slid herself closer and snuggled into the pillow. Dean's hand slowly drifted over her back. Sam watched out the corner of his eye, but knew better than to say anything, or reveal his smile. It intrigued him to watch his brother's behavior change around Sara. It intrigued him that Dean was so caught up in this woman, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud.

Dean waited until Sara was softly snoring to reach forward for the remote and shut off the movie, Sam stood and stretched.

"Want me to make a food run for dinner?" He offered.

"Uh, yeah. Don't forget the pie."

"Think we should get her something?"

"Nah, she's down for the count."

"Alright man… I'll be back in half an hour."

"I'll send the cavalry if you're not."

Sam left the room and Dean sighed, looking down at the woman asleep in his lap.

"What the hell are we doing Winchester." He mumbled to himself. Then he slowly moved from under her and began to clean the room as she slept on the couch. Dean knew she would be made if he just took her straight to bed without trying to wake her, so after he picked up their mess he gently shook her shoulder.

"Sara." He said softly. "Sara, do you wanna go to bed?"

"Nooo…" She barely groaned.

Dean chuckled at her pouty lips, and the way her eyebrows knitted together.

"I think you should get some sleep."

"No... m'wake."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmmmmmm."

"Where do you wanna go then?"

Sara simply shrugged as she pushed her face further into her pillow.

"Do you wanna stay here?" Dean asked softly.

Sara nodded softly.

"Okay, I'll leave the door open."

"… Don't go."

Dean thought he heard those words out of her mouth once before… but this time he was sure of it. He stopped in his tracks and ran his hand over his face… was this a road he was ready to go down? Was this something that was going to make sense? … Was this the most horrible idea he's ever had?

Did he care?

"Okay." He nodded, and then he sat on the floor with his back against the couch beside her. He assumed he would wait until she was asleep again, and then leave so that she could rest, but he was surprised when she reached out for him, draping an arm over his shoulder.

"I thought I lost you…" She whispered.

"I know." He mumbled in return. "I did too."

"Dean… how many times have you died?"

"I don't know… a lot." Dean shrugged.

"Is it scary?"

"The first couple of times it was… after that. I don't know. Sometimes you know it's just a matter of time, so it's like the end of line."

"Does dying hurt?"

"Depends. Sometimes it happens so fast you don't feel anything at all…"

"Have you ever been to Heaven?"

"Yeah… uh. Once or twice."

"… What's it like?"

"Um. Well. Are you sure you wanna know? Isn't that supposed to be one of life's great mysteries or something?"

"I wanna know."

"Its like your own personal life time movie… except for the drama parts. Its like reliving your best moments over and over again."

"That doesn't sound so bad… I'd get to see Anna. Lots of Anna."

"Do you have any happy memories before Anna?" Dean asked hesitantly, honestly afraid she'd say no.

"When I was little… I used to sneak out of bed and play games with some of the older foster kids. They were really nice to me."

"Was it hard?"

"What?"

"Changing homes?"

"You live on the road Dean… you know how it is."

"No. I wouldn't dare compare what I had to what you went through… I. I always had Dad and Sam. You didn't have anyone."

"I just kept telling myself it wasn't going to last forever. And it didn't. I came out on the other side, a little damaged, but. Who isn't?"

"You ain't lying." Dean chuckled.

"Hey Dean…"

"Yeah?"

"What did it feel like when I healed you?"

"I don't know. Its like this weird, tingly sensation. The pain starts fading almost immediately. How does it feel for you?"

"I've never felt it before this last time… I was just scared. I didn't feel anything but fear, and then it was black. I didn't know if it worked or not till I woke up. For all I knew I was gonna wake up and you'd be dead."

"Nah, it takes more than a broken board to take down Dean Winchester." He winked, even though her closed eyes couldn't see it. But still her lips turned up in a smile.

"You ready for bed yet?"

This time Sara only shrugged, her eyes heavy, and her body growing more and more relaxed as she listened to Dean talk.

"Dean… am I ever going to feel like a normal person again."

"No sweetheart… I don't think you will."

Sara sighed sadly.

"But if it makes you feel better… none of us are."