Dean:
I open my eyes and I stare into a bright light
. I turn my face away from the white lamp. I see Sam who's in my place now.
He's sitting on a stool next to a bed. I'm in the bed and Sam looks at me.
"Good morning?" I say, but Sam doesn't think it's funny at all.
"Well, I'm awake, Sam. Let's hit the road?"
Sam shakes his head and he looks a little sad.
"Dean, you've been asleep for a week," he says and I shrug. "You can't run away from the hospital already."
I roll my eyes and say: "Says the man who left in a few hours."
I try to get up, but I then realize that I can't feel my legs at all.
"Ehm, Sam?" I say and Sam looks at me.
"Yes, Dean?" he says while sighing.
"I can't get up," I say while I try it again.
Sam nods.
"Yes, I know I wasn't able to get up at first too. Wait a moment and try again."
A door opens and Molly walks inside.
"Oh, ehm, Dean. Why are you… Nevermind," she sighs. "You boys always scare me."
She grabs a few things and then takes a seat next to me on the bed.
"You know, Dean? When I saw Sam bringing you here my first thought was: Wow, these boys screw up all of the time," she says while nodding and doing some things with the tubes that are stuck to my arms. "But you know, you always are up again in a week. How do you do that?"
I laugh, but also stress about the fact that I can't feel my legs.
"We're just being watched by a good caring angel," Sam says and he looks at me.
I hope he's talking about Cas and not about the douchebags that attacked us.
Molly laughs and then turns to me.
"All right. Dean, do you feel your legs?" she asks and she looks at my face.
"A little… maybe… No," I say and Molly's face turns serious.
A sigh.
"I'll help you out of your bed and you try to move them, stand on them and if you can't I think I have bad news."
Molly looks at her hands and sticks them out to me.
I grab them and she helps me to sit upright. I'm sitting on the side of the bed and Molly asks me to move my legs. I try, but nothing happens. I can't even feel if I'm moving a muscle.
Molly takes a deep breath. "Lay your arms around me and try to stand on your legs."
Molly pulls me up and I stand for not even a second. I feel one large sting through my legs and it goes up to my spine. My legs leave the upper part of my body for nothing.
I collapse on the ground.
I look up and see some worried looks on the faces of Sam and Molly.
"I'm sorry, Dean," Molly says while helping me up with a little help of Sam. "I think you'll spend your days in a wheelchair."
She looks at her hands and lets me over to Sam.
I nod and look at Sam. I'm mouthing I'm sorry. Sam shrugs and I see Molly walking away – probably to get a wheelchair for me.
It lasts a moment before Molly comes back. She's carrying a wheelchair and she puts it in front of me.
Sam helps me into the wheelchair and I can "move" again.
Molly talks with a few doctors and after an hour they decide I can go home, but I must come by once in the week to check if everything's okay.
When I roll outside with Sam behind me – to push – I realize that this is my future and I think I rather would've died.