This is a short chapter, as its only meant to be a dean and Emma moment really……… more to come!

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He stopped at the doorway to her room, it was darkened and only the head light was on. She had a tube coming out of her arm, thankfully she was breathing on her own.

He imagined that the treatment that the girl Lena had given her was bad; after all she had disappeared for two days.

Walking closer to the bed, he didn't hear a nurse come in after him. She offered him a sympathetic smile.

"Your family?" she asked.

Dean nodded. "Brother"

"Talk to her, let her know you're here" the nurse left them alone.

He grabbed the chair and brought it closer to the bed. Leaning forward he took her hand. And leant his head on the bed. Sleep quickly took him.

Morning came with the rush of nurses into her room to check her and do what they did best. He awoke with a start completely disorientated then realised where he was.

Standing up to get out of the way, one of the nurses's smiled at him. "She made it through the night; I think she'll make it"

Dean smiled and waited for them to leave.

Once he was alone with her again – he went closer to her and took her hand. "Emma, I'm sorry for all that I've said hurt you"

A slight squeeze was what he felt on his hand, his eyes went to their hands and then to her face. She opened her eyes.

"Hey" she whispered. He smiled.

"Hey squirt"

"What happened back there –"she swallowed. "Wasn't your fault, I know you blame yourself" she told him softly. "Dean you don't have to stay here because of me, you have to keep doing what you do"

"I'm not going to leave you squirt" he told her.

"You have to, you have a job to do, and he's still out there" Dean was silent. "I don't regret not killing him, you asked me to do the right thing" he met her eyes. "Dean you've always given me the right advice –"she cocked her head a bit. "There's something else bothering you"

"One day I'll tell you" he offered her a smile. She smiled in return.

"How are Sam and dad?"

"Sam's fine, dad got the bullet out, they're coming in later" she nodded.

"Dean, when I get better, I'll find you, I promise you that, I'm not dying anytime soon" he leant in and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

"You better not, or I'll kick your ass" he told her side smiling. She was tempted to laugh but her ribs wouldn't take it. She grimaced.

Sam and their father arrived. John smiled at her. "I'm still going to give you a beating for not shooting me"

"It was the right thing to do" she replied, not giving away what Dean had told her at that time.

They were leaving, and Missouri would arrive to take care of Emma and take Emma to her home to recuperate.

Sam bent down and gave her a kiss. "Be good and don't give the doctors grief"

Her father came by her bed and took her hand. "Try and settle down Emma, this one was rough on you, we'll be around" he also gave her a kiss and turned and left with Sam.

Only Dean was left.

"Go dean, I'll catch up"

"Take care of yourself Emma, call me when you can – give me updates" he gave her a kiss on her cheek and turned and left.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. She was going to miss them.

She didn't know how long it was going to take to get better.