Chapter 6: I Missed You So Much

Patience's POV

"Sam, shhh! You're gonna wake her up. Let her sleep, she's been through too much these past seventeen hours." Dean whispered. My eyelids fluttered. When I opened my eyes and looked around, we were in a hotel room and Dean was by my side. I gasped and sat up, which triggered the wound I had in my side. "AAAAHHH" I coughed. Blood came out and splattered on the bed spread. "Dean, it's Alistair! He wants to kill you!" I cried. I sobbed, laying down on the bed. Dean came over to the side, whispering.

"Its okay! You're okay! Sam get her some paper towels or something, hurry!" he demanded as more blood came out. He maneuvered me to where I was my head was on his shoulder, and my body next to his.

"Shhh, shhh, its okay, you're alright. You're safe." he whispered. Sam came over to check my wound. He lifted the gauze cover, cleared away the blood, and replaced it with a fresh one. "Thanks Sammy." Dean said to his brother. Sam took my hand in both of his and looked at me worriedly. I nodded my thanks to him, not sure how my voice would sound if I tried to talk. He nodded back at me, and went back to his bed. I fell asleep after that, still exhausted.

Dean's POV

I held her in my arms while she slept, not wanting her to wake up scared like before. She looks like an angel when she sleeps. Which is weird, considering angels don't sleep. Sam is being really good to her, he's never been this careful around her before. He looks after her like a big brother, like I do for him. He's as protective of her as I am. He looked so happy when we found her. I looked at her peaceful figure, her chest rising and falling as she breathed.

"I get it." I told Sam, watching TV.

"Get what?" he asked me, a little confused.

"Why she's the one." I said, looking down at her. "And how you felt about Jessica." I looked at him, sympathetically. He looked down, trying to hide the sadness he still felt for the girl he loved. I saw right through it though. I always did.

"Just take care of her, Dean. The way I would've taken care of Jess. The way I should've taken care of her. Don't let her go. And always let her know she's the only girl for you, that no other girl owns your heart, but her." he told me. I nodded, looking back down at her.

"I promise, Sammy" I said.

Patience's POV

I felt so much better now that I'd gotten rest. I could feel something soft and warm beneath me, something rising and falling. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a motel room. I was laying down on the bed, and someone had his arms around me protectively. I touched his hand and he jumped at my touch.

"Hey, you're awake. How ya feeling?" the mysterious person whispered. I knew that voice, that deep, gorgeous voice. I looked up hoping to see the owner of that voice. It was him!

"Dean, is it really you?" I asked burying my face in his chest. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Yes, it's me. You're safe now." he said softly. His arms grew tighter around me and he sighed. I sat up and stretched.

"How long have I been out?" I asked him, still stretching.

"Almost all afternoon. How ya doin?" he asked again. I looked at him softly, remembering the last time I woke up.

"I feel great, rested." I said smiling, bringing my arms down. He smiled at me widely. He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed into his arms.

"I'm so glad you're back with us. When I got here and you weren't here, I was frantic. The gun was on the desk and your phone was gone." he pulled back and looked at me. "I figured you may have run away somewhere, so I looked all over the motel for you. I called your phone a couple times and they went to voice mail. And then I called you again...and I hear Alistair's voice on the other end. That's when I found out he was watching you; the whole time we were gone, he had been watching you. Then," he said slipping away from me, going back to the edge of the bed. He pulled a white rag out of the drawer of the nightstand. "...we find this on the ground. It had had chloroform on it. We found it when we walked in, but didn't realize-" he stopped and looked down sadly. He looked back up and walked up to me, taking my hands in his. "I didn't know if you were still alive, and it scared the hell out of me. Then I just grew more panicked when you didn't answer your phone." He lifted my chin high enough to where I was looking at him. My vision was blurred through the tears filling my eyes. "When Alistair answered, I thought he'd already killed you." he said, sadly. I sniffled and he took me into his arms tightly. Right then, I'd never felt safer and I'd never loved him more. Sam, who had been quiet and on the bed this whole time, got up and came over. I looked at him from under Dean's jaw. He also looked pretty sad at the fact of losing me. I softly leaned out of Dean's grasp and he let go, understanding. Sam wrapped his arms around me and I wrapped mine around him. I laid my head on his shoulder and we were silent.

"We missed you, and I'm glad you're back." Sam whispered in my hair. I smiled at my "brother".

"We're together again, guys. We're safe." I said still hugging Sam. I let go and backed out of the circle. I looked at Dean and he took my hands in his. I moved to the bed and picked up my phone. "How'd you find me anyway?" I asked Sam. He smiled, blushing.

"GPS signal on your phone." he answered, still smiling. He scratched his nose.

"Ooooh, nice work guys." I raised my eyebrows. I didn't see that coming. I knew the boys' phones had GPS' on them, but mine I never knew.

"I guess you tracked the new one that Alistair didn't take. The other one he threw against a wall." I told them shivering at the memory.

"So that's what that was. Man, he must have thrown it pretty hard to do that." Dean said with a stern look on his face. He must have seen it when he walked in. I smiled, closing my eyes.

"So what now?" I asked, looking back and forth between the boys. They looked at each other and then Dean looked at me with those deep green eyes. He thought about it for a minute.

"Sammy, can I have a minute with Patience, please?" Dean asked him, looking at me. I was confused at to what he couldn't say with Sam in the room.

"Sure, I'll wait outside." Sam replied, looking as confused as I was. He stepped out the door and closed it behind him.

Dean went and sat down on the bed and ran his hands through his hair, continuing to look down.

"What's the matter?" I asked him, concerned. I sat down beside him and rubbed my hand across his back. I put my other hand in his hand and held it tightly. He looked at me, then. I just stared at him, wondering what he was thinking.

"How could I have been so selfish as to leave you behind?" he asked. He turned towards me then, and took both of my hands into his. His hands were warm. "If I'd come back when he called, I would've gotten here on time." he said shaking his head. He looked down with sadness. He was more scared than he let on. I guess he was used to looking like the tough guy with Sam around. But when it was just the two of us, he let his guard down and was softer. I looked at him, feeling guilty that I hadn't been more careful.

"It wasn't your fault. I could've been more careful. Even with everything locked and secure, I could've kept my guard up. I had the gun, I guess it was enough to convince myself I was safe. I never even heard him pop into the room. Then, all of a sudden, there was the chloroform rag and then I couldn't fight him off." I stopped when I saw him flinch. He stood up and had his back to me. He turned around and I could see how scared he was. I stood up and put my hand on his face.

"There was no way you could've known he'd come after me. It's okay. I'm here with you and I'm fine. I'm okay... mostly." I pulled him into my arms and he wrapped his around me and buried his face in my shoulder. I held onto him and put my hand on his head. This was one of those times I never wanted to let go. I wished I could hold on forever.

"I love you Dean. You mean everything to me. I would die for you, you know that." He stood up and nodded. I smiled at him, and my heart skipped a beat when he smiled back. "Let's get out of here. We got work to do." I said, slipping my hand into his. I started walking away, but he pulled me back into his arms, and kissed me fully, his lips crushing mine. He put his hand to my head, holding it there, but I didn't mind. He was all I wanted. When he let go, he rested his forehead against mine.

"I love you." he said, smiling my favorite smile. I smiled back at him and he released me. He told Sam it was okay that he come back in now. We started packing. None of us wanted to stay here any longer than we had to. We loaded the Impala and Dean went to check out while me and Sam waited in the car.

"Hey, Sam. I'm sorry I worried you guys." I said to him.

"Why are you apologizing? It wasn't your fault. Did you ask to get captured?" he asked me teasingly. I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

"No, but still. Was Dean pretty scared?" I asked, even though the answer had been obvious.

"He was terrified. Even when he said he was fine, I could see he wasn't. I can always see right through him. He loves you more than you know. And I was scared, too. You're like the little sister I've always wanted." he said sweetly. I touched his arm.

"Thanks Sammy." I said, softly. Dean came back then, and climbed into the driver's seat of the car.

"Sorry it took so long. Turns out everybody's checking out today, so there was a long line at the counter." he said. He turned the car on, and "Back in Black" came on the radio. Dean smiled and looked at Sam and then me in the rear view mirror. I sighed and rolled my eyes, smiling. He took off down the highway and I settled into the backseat of the Impala. We didn't know where we were headed yet, but I'm sure wherever it was, it was going to be a very interesting adventure.

The End