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Memories from the hunt starts to flood back into my mind as I start to regain consciousness. I can see the werewolf lunging at me with his sharp claws and take a sharp intake of breath as my eyes open to the white hospital room. I blink my eyes as they adjust to the sun coming through the windows. I look to my left and see Sam has fallen asleep while leaning his head against my bed.

I lift up the bed sheets to look at my wounds, but they are tightly bandaged up. I must be on a lot of medication because I can't feel a thing. Sam looks so peaceful while he sleeps but I decide I should wake him up. I reach over with a shaky arm and push the hair out of his eyes.

"Sammy," I whisper with a scratchy voice, "wake up."

He stirs and stretches his arms over his head and when he opens his eyes and sees me looking at him he sits upright,

"Maddy! I'm so glad you're finally awake." He practically shouts while he bends over to give me a hug.

"So am I." I chuckle, "How long have I been out?"

Sam looks relieved, "Just about a day, you gave us all a real scare. Bobby was ready to drive over here but we told him we had it handled."

Bobby is like a father to all of us and it makes my heart hurt to know that I scared him that bad. I can't wait to get back to his house and give him a big hug.

I sigh, "So how bad am I? What's the damage?"

"It took about 30 stitches to close up the wounds on your stomach and two bags of blood to make you stable again," He looks pained, "and you also have a pretty mean black eye." He laughs, "You are definitely one tough cookie."

Just then, Dean enters the room carrying take-out bags from a diner. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that I'm awake, "Hey kid, it's nice to see those green eyes again." He hands the bags to Sam and leans in for a hug. Then, he pats my shoulder, "Whenever you're ready we can ditch this place and head to Bobby's for a few days so that you can recover."

"Thanks," I smile at him, "I would definitely rather lay on Bobby's couch than stay in this hospital room any more than necessary."

Sometime later, a nurse comes to help me walk shakily to a wheelchair so that we can get to the car. Dean pulls up right in the front and hops out to help me. Sam and Dean get on either side of me and help lower me into the backseat. I lay down so that the stitches aren't being pulled and try to slow down my breathing and ignore the pain. Sam and dean exchange worried glances after seeing my pale face.

"It's about a five hour drive to Bobby's, so if you need us to stop to take a breather just give a shout." Dean tells me.

I give them a reassuring smile and a thumbs up, "It's just a scratch, glad to see I didn't ruin your seats though."

Sam and Dean both laugh at this and turn back to the road to navigate back towards the highway. I slip in and out of sleep as we fly across the highway towards Sioux Falls, only regaining full consciousness when we pull into a gas station. I stretch my arms and Sam glances back at me,

"Hey, we are about an hour away. Just had to stop for gas and some snacks."

The brothers go inside, and I decide to sit up, not before realizing that this is a big mistake. As I sit up my stitches pull a little and I gasp as my vision goes black around the edges. I take some deep calming breaths as some tears escape my eyes. I decide against trying to get out of the car, scared I might pass out. Sam and Dean get back into the car and Dean looks at me,

"You okay?" He asks, concern in his voice.

I give a half-hearted smile, "G-great, lets head to Bobby's."

The next hour goes by pretty fast. I try to keep myself occupied so that I don't think about the pain. I'm so relieved when the 'Singer Salvage Yard' sign comes into view. Bobby comes out of the house and opens my door,

"Oh, Maddy." He says with worry in his tone as he helps me get out of the car. I give him a light hug,

"I'm alright Bobby," I smile at him, "wounds heal." We walk slowly into the house, "I'm going upstairs to lay down for a bit."

Sam looks hesitant, "Do you need help getting up the stairs?"

I pat his arm and smile, "If you hear my fall down the stairs then come, but I think I can handle it." The three of them walk into the kitchen and I cautiously walk towards the stairs. Each step is agony but I finally made it to the top. I pause to catch my breath and listen to the boys talk downstairs.

"So how is she really?" Bobby asks.

Dean replies, "Maddy's putting on a brave face but I think she's in a lot of pain."

"Yeah," Sam responds, "When she thinks no one's watching her face kind of contorts and her pain shows through."

I should have known they could see me from the gas station. I wasn't trying to hide my pain from them; I just didn't want them to worry. I walk into the bathroom and take two pain pills that I had in my pocket and grab some fresh bandages from the medicine cabinet. In the bedroom, I gingerly sit on the bed in front of the floor length mirror Bobby bought for me years ago. I lift my shirt and slowly peel the blood-soaked bandage away from my wounds. I bite my tongue to keep from crying out when I hear a light knock on the door.

"Maddy?" Sam asks, "Can I come in?"

I compose myself, "Yeah, it's open."

He comes into the room with my duffel bag hanging from his shoulder. He comes over and pulls a chair in front of me, "Need some help?"

I hand him the bandages, "Thanks, it's hard to put them on when I can't see the entire thing."

He works with light hands to clean the wound, and I wince when he puts antibiotic cream into it. I grab his arm without thinking and then immediately let go.

"Sorry." I say and turn my head to disguise the blush forming on my cheeks.

I've had a small crush on Sam for the past few months and I have a sneaking suspicion that the feeling is mutual. However, I haven't had the courage to say anything. I'm not sure if it was the pain pills kicking in or what, but I feel the words rising in my mouth.

Looking at him I say, "I like you Sam." And then I start to nervously ramble, "I think it's the pain pills making me loopy so I might regret this later, but I think you like me too but maybe not. I didn't know how to say any of this before bu-", He's looking me in the eyes and it makes my mind go blank, "b-but, yeah that's what's happening in the scary depths of Maddy's mind." I look away.

Sam chuckles and I feel my stomach drop and think 'Great, here comes the rejection' but instead he says,

"You're such a goof Maddy, and that's why I-I like you too."

I turn back to look at him and he gives me a big grin.

My mouth turns against me and I blurt out, "Shut up." My eyes widen, "Uh, what I meant was; Really?" Sam nods and leans over to give me a small kiss on the lips.

"Now get some rest loopy, we can talk more tomorrow." He pushes me back onto the bed and pulls the blankets over me. He leaves the room, giving me one last glance and a smile before he closes the door. I can't stop smiling as my mind drifts into sleep.