Hey everyone! So sorry it took me so damn long to update, not to mention how short this one is. I had a few things go crazy in my life. I really hurt my fingers bad and had them taped up for a week or so. Then the original idea I had for this chapter went away and never came back. Then a fought with a few different things until I made this one. It's the best one I liek so I ran with it. I kinda lost my love for the season after the second ep and I couldn't get it back until the last ep (The one with BAMF Dean and Sam). Thankfully it's restored my hope in the season, and so my love of writting it! I wanted to fill in the three weeks the guys spend healing up, so this is my attempt at explaining what they all do!
Big shout out to; Asya55, Sam and Dean crazy ass wench, , Klandgraf2007 and 1112luvSPNxxx for the reviews and everyone else who alerted it!
Disclaimer in Chapter one!
We were rushed to Sioux Falls no matter how much me and Dean pleaded with the paramedic. In the end, he gave Dean some extra painkillers to knock him out and threatened me with the same. We pulled up to the hospital and we were all unloaded.
"What's going on? Where are you taking them?" I asked as a nurse put me in a wheel chair, while they pulled Sam's stretcher in one direction and Dean's in another. Taking them both away. My heart jumping into my throat as I watched the pair disappear behind white walls.
"Relax, we're just taking you all to different trauma rooms to get check out." The nurse said wheeling me far away from the others. A knot in my stomach grew as I knew Leviathans were every where in the hospital. Bobby had faced them in the hospital, and I knew with my luck, they'd find us.
"Please, I don't wanna get checked out. I just want to get my friends and get out of here. Please." I pleaded as we entered a trauma room.
"I'm sorry, but one of your friends is unconscious and the other has a nasty break in his leg. I doubt either of them will be going anywhere soon." The nurse replied as she pulled the wheelchair up to a bed. She helped me up onto the bed as a doctor walked in with a clip board.
"I don't want to be seen. I want to leave." I said firmly as the doctor put down the clip board and looked at me. He was an older man, with wire glasses and white hair.
"Now Miss, just let me take a look-" The doctor said reaching to my shoulder.
"No!" I snapped pulling my shoulder away slightly. "I want to leave!" I said trying to get off the bed but the doctor pushed me back on.
"Miss, really. You need to relax and let me look at the shoulder or I'm going to have to sedate you." The doctor said looking me dead in the eyes. I thought about it for a second. If they knock me out too, we'll be sitting ducks... damn it. I need to stay awake. But I need to get out of here. Get the guys out and try and find Bobby, if he is even alive...
"Fine. Promise you wont knock me out." I said still holding my shoulder back.
"Ok, now please, let me take a look." The doctor said softly. I nodded and sat forward a little so he could see the metal sticking out of my shoulder. The nurse cut away my bloody t-shirt and started to clean up the blood. "Well this is a nasty cut. The metal, appears to have gone through."
"Can we hurry this along a little?" I asked impatiently. The doctor rose his eye brow at me and I sighed. "I hate hospitals." I added trying to make it seem like I was a nervous patient. Which I guess I was, except I was more nervous about what was in the hospital with me.
"Now, this piece of metal, must be, what would you say nurse?" The doctor asked looking at the bloody mess that was my shoulder.
"15?" The nurse guessed having a good look.
"We need surgery. You're going to have to have it surgically removed before we can do much more with it." The doctor said looking at me.
"Surgery?" I asked panicked. Surgery meant being knocked out, leaving us to the hands of the damn leviathans.
"Yes." The doctor said pulling off his gloves.
"No." I said shaking my head.
"It's the only way to remove the metal." The doctor insisted picking up his clip board. "Nurse call the OR and see if there is any free."
"No." I said again.
"Yes doctor." The nurse said walking over to the phone. Totally ignoring my objections.
"Miss it's nothing to worry about. The surgery is safe." The doctor said without looking up from his clip board. "It's the only way to remove the metal, and it shouldn't take any longer than an hour." I started to panic. Any time unconscious was bad time. Any time I didn't have my wits about me, was time the Leviathans could come and kill me, Sam, or Dean. I needed to be awake to protect them. Protect myself. My mind raced with options I had to get out of surgery. I got an idea, but it wasn't exactly one I liked. It was however, the best one I had.
"Not the only way." I said and took a deep breath. I wrapped my fingers around the metal that stuck out from the front of my shoulder and pulled hard on it. I let out a loud scream and the nurse dropped the phone and rushed over. The doctor dropped the clip board and grabbed a handful of padding and held it to both sides of my shoulder. I dropped the metal to the floor and felt sick with the pain. The world was spinning a little and I had to close my eyes so I didn't throw up on the doc. Now I admit, it wasn't the best plan I ever had, but it was the only one I had. So I ran with it, like a moron because the pain was fighting to take my consciousness.
"Damn it!" The doctor grunted as the nurse took over the doctor holding the blood soaked padding on my cuts.
"Told you it wasn't the only way." I said dryly, opening my eyes. The nurse looked drip white and I didn't exactly feel too sparky about it all, but at least I wasn't going into surgery.
"That was completely reckless, Miss. You could have caught a main artery or vein. You could have bled out." The doctor growled at me, grabbing some things to stitch me up with.
"Just, stitch me up doc. I really don't wanna stay here any longer." I said dryly, forcing back the bile in my throat. The doctor spent a good hour stitching me up. He continued to scold me for my reckless actions and the nurse gave me some pain killers to try and easy the world spinning. I refused to let them give me anything. too strong, just in case.
"Son of a bitch." I muttered as the doctor pulled on the final stitch on my shoulder blade.
"You insisted on doing this the hard way." The doctor said giving my stitch and extra tug.
"I know." I hissed as I felt him wipe down my stitches.
"You intend to discharge yourself as soon as I'm done here?" He asked messing with my shoulder a little more.
"Was the plan. I want to find my friends and make sure that they are ok." I explained as the nurse put something into my drip. I wasn't really paying attention to her.
"Very well." The doctor replied as everything started to get a little blurry.
"What did you... do..." I asked as everything slowly turned black.
Someone was shaking me, hard. I woke with a start and went to punch them when I saw Bobby stood over me.
"Hey kid, come on, let's go!" He said as I blinked a few times and groaned.
"Did I die too?" I asked trying to sit up and look around. I found I was tied to the bed. "What's happening?" I asked groggy from the meds. "Why am I tied to the bed?"
"The doc requested you see a psychiatrist, something about pulling a large metal shard from your shoulder without any painkillers?" Bobby asked releasing me from the bed. He frowned at me a little.
"Yeah, well, I didn't want any surgery." I muttered sitting up and realising I was in a hospital gown, with my left arm in a sling.
"I can see." Bobby chuckled walking over to the side and grabbing my jeans. "Um, they threw away your top, and I found your jacket."
"You're alive." I stated taking the clothes from Bobby.
"Yes and so are you." He said like I was an idiot. "Now come on, get dressed. We need to find those eijets and get out of here."
"I'm glad your alive Bobby. I like you." I said with a small smile as I turned my attention to the clothes. I frowned and looked back up at him. "Where's my t-shirt?"
"Just get dressed and hurry." Bobby sighed turning his back on me. I got dressed and wobbled onto my feet, by the time I pulled my boots on my mind had cleared.
"How you find us?" I asked carefully putting my arm threw my jacket.
"By chance. Saw the house and figured you were here." Bobby said helping me with the sling.
"I tried to stay with the boys, but the wouldn't let me." I said sadly turning to face Bobby.
"I know girl. That's why you ended up in the psych ward. The doc was worried about you." Bobby said plainly. "Got them to discharge you into my care. I got painkillers and a letter to refer you to professional help." Bobby said holding up the letter.
"Awesome, well, as much fun as staying round here sounds... let's go huh?" I asked taking the letter and throwing it in the bin. Bobby chuckled and opened the door for me.
"Any idea where the two eijets will be?" Bobby asked as we walked down the corridor.
"I think I saw them take Dean into a room..." I said leading the way.
"Sure it's this one?" Bobby asked as we glanced around. The corridor was empty, but we needed to make sure.
"Yeah." I said softly as we herd a thud. We walked in and on the floor was Dean. He had a pot on his right leg, and was wearing the hospital gown.
"You okay?" Bobby asked as I closed the door.
"Bobby, you're alive." Dean said sounding kinda out of it too.
"Course I am. Why are you on the floor?" Bobby asked as I smirked at Dean.
"They gave me morphine. A lot." Dean said as we both helped him back onto the bed. "Hey, look, a monster broke my leg Meg. Hey that rhymes. A monster broke my leg Meg. A monster broke my leg Meg." Dean sang to himself.
"Yeah Dean. They gave you a lot of painkillers huh?" I asked smiling at him. He nodded and then frowned.
"Oh. Wait...the house. We thought you were dead." Dean said looking at Bobby sadly.
"Well, I ain't. Not yet. But we got to run. This place ain't safe. Where's Sam?" Bobby asked passing Dean his clothes.
"Uh... Head scan, I think." Dean replied.
"Meet me at the ambulance dock, stat. I'll find Sam." Bobby said looking from me to Dean.
"Wait, where? Bobby, I'm a gimp." Dean pouted. Bobby looked around the room and passed Dean some crutches.
"Hey." Bobby smirked patting Dean's cheek and smiling at him. "Don't be long." Bobby said looking at me before rushing out of the door.
"Come on Dean, you need to get dressed dude." I said softly.
"Oh ok." Dean said and I turned around. "How am I going to put my jeans over the pot?"
"Figure it out dude." I smirked shaking my head a little. I herd another thud and turned to see Dean on the floor again, his jeans on, but no top. I had to bit my lip, because damn that man had a nice body. "What are you doing on the floor again?" I sighed softly.
"Getting dressed." Dean replied with a school boy grin. I rolled my eyes and held out my right hand.
"Come on, up you get." I sighed as I helped Dean up.
"Hey, Megan, what happened to your arm?" Dean asked clueless. I rolled my eyes and sighed heavy.
"Let's get out of here and I'll tell you ok?" I asked softly.
"Oh, ok." Dean shrugged and finished getting dressed. I helped Dean onto the crutches and we headed out of his room. We wondered lost down a few corridors until we found a sign that said, ambulance dock. We managed to find the dock doors and pushed threw them.
"Where are they?" I asked looking around the lot.
"There." Dean pointed to an ambulance and we rushed over. "Get in first!" Dean said opening the door for me.
"Look out!" I said pointing to the dock doors where a surgeon and a nurse burst through the doors looking around for us. I climbed in and pulled Dean into the ambulance as Bobby noticed us.
"Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!" Both me and Dean said as Bobby started the ambulance up.
Bobby drove us to a guy called Rufus's cabin out in the woods in the middle of no where. Bobby said that it would be next to impossible for the leviathans to track us there. I hoped he was right. We set Sam up in one room to sleep it off. As far as any of us could tell he was doing ok. Dean was pouting and complaining like a three year old, so we knew he was ok.
"It itches!" Dean said picking at his cast with a pen knife.
"Hey!" I said grabbing the knife off him. "Where did you get this?" I asked holding the knife out of Dean's reach.
"That's mine! Give it back Megan!" Dean said grasping at my arm to get the knife back.
"Dude no! You'll rip a hole in your cast!" I said going on my tip toes so that he couldn't reach the knife. Dean sighed sitting back onto the couch and pouted, folding his arms over his chest. He looked like a three year old, and I had to bite my cheek so I didn't laugh.
"That was the idea..." He muttered to himself as I rolled my eyes at him.
"You know, your not cute when you pout." I sighed walking over to the table and putting the knife on it.
"I'm adorable when I pout." Dean replied with a smirk. I fought another smile.
"Sure... because nothing says sexy like a grown man acting like a three year old." I teased as I walked back over to Dean. He stuck his tongue out at me and I chuckled. "Yeah, really sexy."
"You know what is sexy?" Dean asked as I sat in the chair next to him.
"Yeah... Bam Margera, Ryan Reynolds, Matt Tuck, that Alec guy out of Dark Angel and Michael Weatherley, he was REALLY hot in Dark Angel..." I said day dreaming a little in the chair.
"I never watched that rubbish, but I hear Alec was way hotter." Dean said dryly.
"Sure..." I said shaking my head at him a little.
"And I said what, not who Megan." Dean said dryly and I smirked at him shrugging my shoulders.
"Eh, close enough." I joked. Dean rolled his eyes and sat up a little on the couch.
"So you know what is sexy?" He asked again, a glint in his eyes.
"No Dean, please, do tell me, what is sexy?" I asked sarcastically as Bobby walked into the house with some shopping.
"Having you as my nurse, with sponge baths." Dean said with a wink. I groan and rolled my eyes standing up.
"Only in your dreams Winchester." I replied before helping Bobby unload the shopping.
"Every night!" Dean joked as I reached Bobby with an amused look on my face.
"Does he ever quit?" I asked taking some food out of the bags.
"That boy don't know the meaning of the word." Bobby laughed shaking his head.
A couple of days later night Sam had called it a night and Bobby was yawning his head off. Both me and Dean were sat watching the TV. Bobby was sat in the spare chair and I was sat at the end of the couch with Dean's cast leg, resting on my lap. I noticed Bobby yawn for the third time in five minutes.
"Dude, why don't you hit the hay?" I asked with a soft smile.
"There's only two beds." Bobby admitted yawning again.
"So, take it." I said plainly.
"What about you?" Dean asked confused.
"I'll sleep in the chair, probably better that way, I wont roll onto my shoulder." I said plainly.
"Are, are," Bobby yawned again. "Sure girl?" He asked.
"Yeah, come on Bobby. Go get some rest." I said softly with a small smile. Bobby nodded getting up and stretching slightly.
"Ok, well night folks." Bobby said and wondered into the second bedroom. Me and Dean sat in silence watching the TV. We were just watching any random crap that came on. If I was honest I was trying to avoid sleeping. I really didn't fancy having yet another nightmare.
"So what do you wanna watch now?" Dean asked flicking through the channels. "We have... telly shopping, telly shopping, telly shopping, an hour free on Busty Asian Beauties, telly shopping, something called Rabbit... the God channel and more telly shopping." Dean paused and looked at me. "Personally, I'm voting for Busty Asian Beauties."
"No way Dean." I said laughing.
"Could be fun, you never know, you might like it." Dean said with a wink.
"I thought I married you?" I asked confused.
"You did... why?" Dean answered just as confused.
"Well, your not busty and your not an Asian beauty, so I doubt that channel will be interesting to watch." I said with a smirk. Dean rolled his eyes and smiled back at me. He wiggled a little and turned the TV off.
"You wanna tell me the real reason you're not in bed?" He asked softly turning to me.
"No reason." I said with a shrug, avoiding looking him in the eye.
"Meg, come on, I've known you five years. I know when something is wrong, and I know when your lying." Dean said softly.
"Dean, come on... do we have to do this now?" I asked softly.
"I'm worried about you ok?" Dean said plainly, his eyes glued on me.
"Well don't I'm fine." I said folding my arms over my chest.
"Yeah, because you look it." Dean sighed, he had a look in his eyes. A look that said he wanted to say more then he was.
"What's that meant to mean?" I asked getting a little annoyed with Dean.
"Did you freeze again when the leviathan grabbed you back at Bobby's?" Dean asked with an accusing tone.
"No Dean I didn't." I huffed moving his leg and letting it drop back onto the couch as I moved to the chair.
"Ow! Megan, come on I-" Dean started to say, holding his leg.
"You know what Dean? I am sick of it! Sick of being treated like the poor relation. Yes I froze when we saw the damn things in Castiel! Yes I know I shouldn't have! And yes, for the love of all that is good, yes they scare the living crap out of me Dean. But no! No I did not freeze again back at Bobby's. I was pinned and I had no options. I fell for a trap... because god help me... I thought... I thought Bobby might have been in trouble and needed my help!" I said pacing back and forth in front of the couch. Dean grabbed my wrist and I looked over at him.
"I'm sorry." Dean said looking me dead in the eyes.
"I'm tired and the meds are making me cranky. Maybe we should just get some sleep." I sighed, feeling like I over reacted to Dean.
"Yeah, ok..." Dean said letting go of my arm. "You going to be ok in the chair?" He asked as I grabbed a sheet and pulled it over Dean.
"I will." I said grabbed a sheet for me. I walked over to the chair and curled up, pulling the sheet over me. "Night Dean."
"Night Megan." Dean replied with a sigh and turned out the light. Of course I fought off sleeping as much as I could. I could hear Dean snoring softly and I smirked. But I still fought off the sleep as much as I could.
"We found you." The voices said together. A thousand voices all speaking together. "We like you."
"Well great! If you like me so much, why not let me go?" I asked tugging on the chains above my head. I had to get away. I needed to get out. I knew what was going to happen. And I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it.
"Humans. We don't get humans round here." One of them said as their tongue rolled across my mid drift. I shuddered and closed my eyes. "But you weren't always human. I guess that's why your here really."
"I am human." I said firmly, opening my eyes and meeting theirs. I refused to let them know just how scared I was. I wouldn't let them have that power over me.
"How many did you kill?" The voices asked. I bit back the guilt as the image of a small boy flashed into my mind.
"None." I said threw grit teeth.
"It's rude to lie." They hissed. "We know you killed. You killed so many of those humans. We know you like it."
"Shut up!" I growled thrashing around a little against my chains. "I'm Human! I'm HUMAN!" I screamed.
"The only human in the whole world." They said again and that when they started. A pin prick at first. A small sharp feeling.
"Lucky me?" I joked as I felt it. My skin, just a thin layer, being pealed back from my legs. I closed my eyes and took a slow deep breath. "I gotta admit these spar treatments your offering aren't that great. In fact I want my money back, no way do I look ten years younger." I joked as I saw the layer of flesh rip off at my toes.
"Your humour can't save you this time." The voices said again as my surrounds started to get dark. I knew what they were doing. There were surrounding me. They were getting ready to feast. My heart raced in my throat as the last of the last disappeared.
"I dunno, I think a little comic relief is just what's missing round here." I stated with a smirk.
"The brave little human. The stupid little human." The voices said as the next layer of skin was pealed off me. As each layer was taken away, the pain grew,and the more I wanted scream. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. They continued to rip my skin off till there was nothing but muscle and bones left. "Not so brave now." The voices said as they sank their teeth into me. I screamed. I couldn't help it, the pain, it was unlike anything. I screamed and cried out for the one man who could save me. The one man I would do anything to see again.
"DEAN! DEAN! DDEEEAANNNN!" I screamed my lungs out. I needed him. I needed him to save me. "DEAN!"
"Dean. Dean! DEAN!" I screamed shooting bolt up in the chair. I panted as I tried to control my heart. It was thumping so loud. I couldn't shake the feeling my gut. The feeling I was still there. The darkness of the house fooled me into believing I was still there.
"Megan?" I herd Deans voice call out as Sam and Bobby rushed into the room, turning the lights on. My heart was still beating in my throat as I realised just where I was.
"What's going on?" Bobby asked looking around. Sam walked over to me bobbed down to my level.
"Megan? Megan are you ok?" He asked and softly touched my leg. I jumped slightly, making Sam jump back a little. "Hey, come on it's ok." Sam said throwing me puppy dog eyes. I shook my head and bit my lip.
"Megan?" Dean asked moving the best he could so that he could see me. "Hey, Megan, come on, it's ok. You're safe now." Dean said and I stood up from the chair, wrapping my good arm around me. I was shaking so much, this wasn't me. I never shook. But the dreams, the effect they had on me. It scared the crap out of me.
"Girl?" Bobby asked as I felt the tears forming in my eyes. I shook my head as I stood there, shaking slightly. Sam stood up and pulled me into a hug, wrapping his abnormally large arms around me, and cocooning me within him. I sobbed into his chest as I still shook.
"It's ok now. You're safe now." Sam said softly, stroking my back as I held onto him for dear life.
"I.. I'm sorry." I said wiping my face and emerging from the Sam cocoon. "Sorry.." I sobbed wiping away the tears. I couldn't bring myself to look any of them in the eye.
"Girl, you got nothing to be sorry for." Bobby said with a warm smile. I turned to Sam and Dean and they both gave me a warm smile.
"I.. didn't mean to wake you." I said playing with the corner of my sleeve.
"What happened?" Sam asked wrapping his arm across my shoulders.
"Just a bad dream.. I really don't wanna talk about it." I said softly, looking to the floor.
"You wanna take one of the beds?" Bobby asked softly, giving me a sympathetic look. I shook my head.
"No, I just.. I'll be ok in the chair." I admitted wiping my face again. "Was just a stupid dream anyway..." I muttered.
"Well, we'll only be in the next rooms if you need us." Sam said with a soft smile.
"Thank you, both of you." I said looking from Sam to Bobby before they went back to their rooms.
"You wanna watch some more TV?" Dean asked watching me closely. I could see how worried he was about me. It just made me feel more uneasy.
"Not really." I admitted. "But.. um.."
"Yeah?" Dean asked giving me a small smile.
"This sounds stupid..." I said embarrassed.
"Just tell me Meg." Dean said softly.
"Can I... share the couch with you?" I asked rubbing the back of my neck. "I don't really wanna sleep alone and I don't want ask Bobby. And I don't really know Sam. And well I don't really know you, but your legs broken, so it's not like we could do anything." I said rambling slightly then blushed when I realised what I said. "Not that I wouldn't want to do something. Your kinda cute. But that would be weird. Well I guess not, cos we were married but I don't remember so it would be weird...I'll just shut up now..." I said looking down. I herd Dean chuckle and looked back up at him.
"I forgot what your nervous rants could be like." Dean smirked at me. "Come on, climb in." Dean said throwing the sheets half off him. I climbed onto the couch and snuggled in. Dean was sat up right, with his legs wrapped round the outside of mine, I sank a little so that I was resting on his chest. Listening to his heart beat. Dean turned the light off and sighed.
"Thanks for this Dean. I know... it must be awkward for you." I said as we snuggled in for the night. Dean brushed some hair from behind my ear and rubbed my good shoulder.
"It's not that bad. I get to be around you. It's not like your dead." Dean whispered softly near my ear. I couldn't help but shiver into his body. Dean wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close to him. I felt safe in his arms. I felt like he could keep me safe from all the big bad nasty things. Although logically, out of the two of us, I was more likely to keep us safe, being in his arms, just felt safe. I closed my eyes when I noticed something.
"Umm Dean?" I whispered.
"Um hmm." Dean replied sounding sleepy.
"Not to sound cheesy, but, is that a roll of coins in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" I asked half embarrassed, half hiding a giggle.
"Oh um, crap." Dean said moving a little. "Well, um... yeah now it's awkward."
"Yeah..." I said with a small chuckle.
"Sorry. What can I say, you have that effect on me." Dean said with a shrug.
"Not making it any less awkward dude." I admitted with a smirk.
"Yeah, right. Sorry." Dean said softly.
I woke to very soft voices talking and the rumble of Deans constant breaths as he continued to sleep. I kept my eyes closed and listened in to the conversation, I know it was rude, but I didn't feel like stopping them.
"She's been having them since she got back." Bobby spoke softly. I knew what they were talking about. Me and my nightmares.
"I can't imagine what she's going through." Sam replied with a sigh.
"Girl's strong though, she'll make it through it." Bobby said plainly, I liked Bobby. He was certain about things no other human being could be.
"Maybe it's better she doesn't remember everything though Bobby. These last five years... they've been hell for all of us." Sam muttered. There was a pause and then Bobby sighed.
"How you feeling boy?" Bobby asked.
"Better... yeah better..." Sam said and the room went quiet again. I herd Dean sighed softly and felt his arms wrap around me, holding me a little tighter. It felt nice to be in his arms, I felt safe. I herd the guys chuckle softly.
"Its nice seeing them together again, even if they're just sleeping." Bobby said softly.
"Yeah. I know Dean wants her back, but he's just not sure how to get her back." Sam admitted and I felt bad. Bad for not remembering my life. It was something that was always in the back of my mind.
"We should go grab some food, let the two love birds sleep a little longer." Bobby muttered before I herd them move and leave the house. I opened my eyes and rubbed my hand over Dean's hands that held me close. I had to admit, I was growing to like the feelings Dean made me feel. The safe, the warm, the love. Sure I still wasn't sure how I knew I could feel this way about him. But the feelings were welcome. Knowing there was someone other than Bobby in this world I could trust helped.
"Remind me to slap them." Dean said sounding sleepy. I jumped slightly and turned to face him, his eyes were still closed and his hair was a bit of a mess, he looked kinda cute with three day old stubble.
"You were awake?" I asked confused, brushing a hand through my hair, trying to make myself not look like a mess.
"So were you." He smirked opening his eyes and I couldn't help but smile back, he looked so innocent, so cute.
"Yeah well, how did you know?" I asked as I looked forward again, resting my head on his chest. Dean moved one of his hand and ran it through my hair that had come loose during the night.
"It's a skill." He said softly. "You sleep any better?" He asked mindlessly.
"Yeah actually." I sighed content with the current situation.
"Good. That's good." Dean replied with a soft sigh. We sat in silence, my hand running up and down his arm as he hand played with my hair.
"Was it true what they said?" I asked sitting up and turning to face him.
"What? That I want to be with you?" Dean asked rubbing his eyes. I nodded and he frowned. "Well it's not like I've been hiding it from you Megan." He half chuckled as I nodded and looked down. "Hey, come on, I'm in no rush. You just need to get to know me again. Takes time. I get that."
"It's not just that..." I said standing up and walking over to the other chair, away from his warm, away from his scent and away from him.
"What's wrong?" He asked watching me carefully. I shrugged my shoulders, and ran a hand through my hair. I sat in the chair and pulled my legs up to my chest sighing softly.
"I need to ask something." I said looking down to the floor.
"You can ask anything." Dean said trying to sound reassuring and he was a little. I nodded and took a deep breath before looking up at him, biting my bottom lip.
"I was a werewolf right? Before I went to Purgatory?" I asked leading into my big question.
"Yes. You were a werewolf, not like any I had ever met before, but yeah." Dean replied shuffling slightly.
"Ok, so did I change at full moons?" I asked nervously.
"No, you had control over it. You could change when you wanted to." Dean explained softly. I nodded again taking in that information. The next question wasn't going to be as easy. It was going to be horrible in fact.
"I'm just gonna get a shower. Thanks Dean." I said faking a smile and walked to the bathroom.
I got undressed and turned on the hot water. I carefully climbed in and started to wash. The water was so warm and it helped relax all my muscles. But it wasn't my muscles seeking solace, it was my brain. Me really. The water beat down onto my skin in a constant pattern that helps me float into my thoughts with ease.
My dreams, ha, dreams, no nightmares. My nightmares are my brain leaking parts of my life back to me. I mean they must be, how else would I know what the hell the Leviathans are? Or who Dean is? I mean why would I wake up screaming his name otherwise? So yeah, the nightmares are my brain letting me remember a little of who I am.
Who am I? A monster. I must be. I killed some people, the creatures, the Leviathans told me so. Why would they lie? What advantage would that really give them? None. So... did I kill someone? Did I wolf out and kill? Why didn't the guys kill me if I did? How could they let me live after doing that? Did they know?
I need answers about myself. I need to remember more. I need to remember the last five years. I need to ask Dean. He'll tell me the truth.
I shivered and my stomach turned just at the thought of killing some poor innocent dude. I never wanted to kill people, not good people, not innocent people. What kind of person have I become? I thought as I turned off the shower and climbed out wrapping a towel around my body. I walked over to the mirror and wiped the steam off, staring hard at my own reflection.
"Who are you?" I asked softly, tilting my head to one side. My shoulder was bruised and the cut looked nasty, but I knew it would heal. I pushed my damp hair off my face and sighed again, shaking my head at my own reflection. "I'm a freaking monster... that's who I am." I muttered and was about to turn around when I noticed my reflection change. My eyes, in my reflection changed to a cold wolf green. "What the hell?" I asked moving closer to the mirror and looked at myself.
"Hello Megan." My reflection said with a smirk as I jumped back slightly.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked watching the reflection carefully. She rolled her head around her shoulders and let out a small growl.
"I'm you." She replied holding her head slightly to the left.
"My eyes... what?" I asked touching my own face, but not seeing my reflection match me.
"Wolf. I'm the wolf side of you. The real side of you." She spoke grinning at me.
"No... I'm not... I checked... I-" I shook my head.
"Oh no I can't be, wah wah wah." My reflection mocked me. "Get a grip sister anyone would think you never hallucinated before."
"Hallucinated?" I asked confused.
"Well, I guess, I'm not really into the brain terminology thing. What I do know is, this is who you really want to meet. I'm the one with the answers, not Dean, not Bobby and not poor little Sammy." My reflection said winking at me.
"Dean will tell me the truth." I said firmly.
"Oh that is cute." My reflection mocked with a laugh. "You actually think Fonzy out there will tell you anything you Really want to hear? He's just gonna keep telling you what you want to hear."
"No he tells me the truth." I said firmly shaking my head a little.
"Then why am I here?" The reflection asked with a cocky smirk.
"Because, I'm tired... drugged and I just need to relax a little." I replied running a hand over my face.
"Rriigghhhtt." My reflection muttered rolling her eyes. "This has nothing to do with the way your feeling. That last bit of trust you can't quiet put into the guys out there. That niggling feeling that they are still keeping so much from you. Yeah, that has nothing to do with this." She said sarcastically.
"Do you know the truth?" I asked getting pissed off at my own reflection
"I am you. I know you, so what do you think?" She said folding her arms over her chest.
"Then tell me." I said glaring back at myself. She paused for a second and then laughed, throwing her head back.
"What happened to asking Dean?" She asked seriously. "That's right, you know he wont tell you the truth."
"Just tell me." I said threw grit teeth. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders.
"Fine," She sighed tossing her damp hair over her shoulder. "Ask me something and I'll tell you the truth."
"Was I a werewolf?" I asked starting with something I already knew the answer to. She groaned and rolled her eyes at me.
"Yes, like these didn't give it away." She groaned pointing to her eyes. "Ask something you don't know the answer to Megan."
"Did... did I really, kill someone to get sent to Purgatory?" I asked softly glancing down before waiting for the answer. My reflection smirked nodding a little.
"Going straight for the heart. I like your style. Very gutsy." She nodded with a genuine smile.
"I don't need your praise, I just need an answer." I said firmly, pushing down all the worry and anxiety I was feeling in that moment. She paused, her lips pursed as she watched me closely. The cold green eyes felt so familiar, in a scary, dangerous way. I felt like I should run away from them, get ready to fight, yet, at the same time I was engulfed in them.
"Well then Meg, come a little closer, I don't want to shout." The reflection said curling a finger towards herself. I moved forward leaning over the sink to hear the truth I'd been waiting for. The truth I needed to know now more than ever.
"Answer me." I demanded leaning fully over the sink.
"Fine." She grinned wickedly. Suddenly she grabbed my throat and pulled me full force into the mirror smashing my head against the glass. It stung like a bitch and I was seeing stars for a few seconds as I grasped at my throat, trying to make her let go. It wasn't working. "You killed the boy, his parents, his family. You took them all away and turned him. YOU!" She laughed before smashing me into the mirror a couple more times. I could see the blood trickle down my head as I stumbled down to the floor with a thud. I remembered. I remembered sinking my teeth into the arm of a lost scared little kid and turning him. I remembered the joy I took in playing with his mother before killing her too. I remembered it all and I clamped my eyes closed hoping somehow I could just crawl into a ball and forget it all again. The darkness taking over all my senses.
I woke to thudding noises and then the bathroom door swinging open full force. Dean hobbled into the room looking scared.
"Megan? Megan are you ok?" He asked as I opened my eyes and looked at him.
"Yeah... I'm ok." I sighed getting to my feet and turning to the mirror. The mirror had no sign of my head connecting with it. No sign of the blood I was so sure trickled down my head. There was nothing. Nothing but my normal refection.
"What happened?" Dean asked resting against the door. I turned to him and pulled the towel closer to my body.
"I must have slipped when I got out the shower." I lied.
"I herd the thud and shouted you. Took me fifteen minutes to get here. Are you sure your ok, you look pale?" Dean asked noticing me. I shook my head and took a deep breath.
"The fall must have..." I didn't finish my sentence, I just shrugged.
"What's wrong Megan?" Dean asked looking worried.
"Nothing Dean." I sighed looking to the floor.
"I can tell something is wrong. Please, I want to help." Dean said softly. I looked up at him and decided to ask him.
"Did I kill anyone when I was a werewolf?" I blurted out bluntly. Dean stood there for a second and sighed running his hand over his three day old stubble.
"This is about the nightmare?" Dean asked softly.
"I just need to know if they are telling me the truth. They said I killed people." I said feeling tears form in my eyes.
"The Leviathans?" Dean asked hobbling closer to me and wrapping his arms around me, pulling himself closer to me to hold me.
"Yeah. In the nightmares, they say I'm there because I killed someone." I said looking him dead in the eye. "I need to know if it's true... if I..." A tear rolled down my cheek as I fought not to break down in front of Dean. He sadly smiled and wiped the tear away with his thumb before kissing my forehead.
"It's just a dream Megan." Dean said softly.
"I need to know the truth Dean, I need you to tell me. Did I?" I asked stepping out of the hug and trying to act tough. Act like I could take the truth if I did. I needed to know if my reflection was telling the truth. Was Dean just telling me what I wanted to hear? Or was he telling me the truth. Could I really trust him?
"Meg-" Dean started to say.
"Please Dean, tell me." I begged softly, biting my bottom lip. Dean sighed again and ran his hand through his hair before resting against the tub.
"Ok. Ok I'll tell you the truth." Dean sighed looking up at me.
"Thank you." I said softly.
"You..." Dean looked down and shook his head, looking back up at me with tears in his eyes. My stomach turned as if I already knew what he was going to say. Of course I know, she told me. My reflection told me the truth. I did kill someone... oh god... I remember it. It is true...
"You, you don't-" I stuttered shaking my head. I really didn't want to hear the words from his mouth.
"You came so close to killing someone Megan." Dean said as a tear rolled down his cheek. "But you never did."
"What?" I gasped out confused.
"You didn't kill anyone." Dean said plainly.
"But... I... the dream?" I said confused. The reflection had told me the truth, deep down hearing her say I killed, I knew it was the truth. Dean was lying to me. How much more was he lying to me about?
Ok so that's it for now. Like I said, sorry for the short chapter dudes. Please, take a few seconds to write the review? Please? Thanks again!