Author's Note - Hey, there! Now that I got pretty much nothing to do in my free time, so I decided to publish another chapter onto here and guess what? It is extra long, because I love the reviewers, so much! You gave me so much confidence to publish more - so thank you! Oh, by the way - this is back to Katie's POV, so you don't have to be confused or whatever.

I really hope you do enjoy reading this chapter and please please please review afterwards. It really cheers me up, honestly...

Disclaimer? Dean and Sam Winchester - Eric Kripke

Katie Wilson - Mine!

Peace out, dudes! x

I just woke up. I looked around my surroundings, it was a white room, full of white stuff and it felt weird. I could smell some cream, some cream that normally was used in hospitals….hospitals? Am I in a hospital? I tried to sit up, but my back was useless. I couldn't move…at all. I could feel my legs and arms…but I just couldn't move them..at all. I moved my head around and I ended up having a dull pain around my ears.

Crap…what happened? What happened? The last thing I saw was Dean, when he got out of the car…shouting my name loud and yet…an incredibly bright light appeared right next to me. And I just felt pain on my side and that was it. Oh…man…does that means I was in a car accident?

Oh..god…does that mean…I won't be able to move at all..as I was hit by a car…oh..god…I am going to be in a wheelchair. Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear…I began to thump my arms on the bed really quick and hard. I stopped to realize that I could now move my arms. A body came up to my vision and it was Dean.

I sighed in relief. "Dean, I can't move - -" I stopped immediately as I just couldn't hear my voice. I couldn't hear it…I could feel it. But not hear it. "Dean. Dean. Dean." I said again and it just turned out that I couldn't hear myself. I slowly panicked and breathed hastily. "Dean…I can't hear." I said to Dean, who just looked at me. "DEAN!" I shouted.

He just stood there…as he was actually crying. Actually crying, his tears were coming out of his eyes. This actually meant that it was true…Dean never cries, at all. In fact, I never saw him cry…but I have now…right now. When I am deaf now…and properly will be on a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I looked at Dean, and he just gasped for breath and went onto the bed and grabbed my hand into his hand and…he kissed it so softly…that I barely felt it.

We just cried. We just cried, sadly, angrily, worriedly, and all of the negative feelings…I just felt so…crap. Like the bottom of the bottom.

I removed my tears hastily and looked at Dean, who sat closer to me…in fact, he moved from sitting on the edge of the bed to next to me. He just put his arms around me…I still felt that warmth lingering from Dean everywhere. I just want to close my eyes and wake up again and when I wake up, I should be hearing…and are capable to walk.

I did just that…but nothing happened. I was still deaf, unable to move and still in Dean's arms. He just looked at me with a sad smile and just placed his arms around my shoulders and kissed my forehead. Crap…I really hate being deaf, already!

About two minutes later, nothing happened…we just didn't speak to each other and held each other in our arms. Until a doctor came in. He looked quite young, if you compare him to Dean. The doctor wore black-framed glasses, of course, a white long coat…and on it, it said his name – "Dr. Queens. Ph.D." He had quite nice brown eyes and looked about in late 20s, but he was still quite young. He had brown hair and it was gelled up to the air…and it suited him.

I looked at Dean, who just smiled and let me go and got off from the bed and shook hands with the young doctor. They were actually talking, but I couldn't hear what they were saying…I groaned. I really hate being deaf. I sighed and looked out of the window. I couldn't see anything, actually out of the window…but I could see the creamy blue sky covered with some faded clouds.

I felt a hand on my arm and I immediately looked at the hand and looked up to the person who put it on – the doctor. I shrugged his hand off and kept my arm to myself. I took a glance at Dean, who just looked at me, like he was telling me off. I just felt so angry at the doctor, even I just met him. I looked at Dean once again and I scoffed and looked back at the clouds…couldn't say anything or even hear anything.

After a short while, Dean nudged me with his thumb and I looked back at him. He slightly looked better, though. No crying, in fact…he could be back to normal. I smiled at him, softly and I sniffed. He smiled and grabbed a white blank notepad and began to write something on it.

That was the doctor, as you see…and he told me everything about what happened, during the car accident. Why did you lose your hearing…why can't you move? You took a huge blow on your head and it shattered your middle ear bones…but you can hear again. With the help of two cochlear implants. I will explain what they are, later. And also…your back was damaged due to the car crash…but they fixed it back and better…you just need to rest for a bit and you should be able to walk.

I couldn't read his notes; but I understood what he was saying. I was just happy to know that I could hear again and could move again. I didn't need to be in a wheelchair at all…oh, it felt so good to know that… I scoffed happily and just looked at Dean and lifted my arms up and he grinned and practically jumped onto me. It didn't hurt, but I didn't mind.

I stayed at the hospital for at least two weeks. Dean paid all of the insurance and the medical bills, just for me. I never saw Sam, since then…he would be feeling guilty for it. I just ignored the bad feelings in the bottom of my heart, but they were being replaced by the love from Dean, who was smiling, talkative with me…it was like he was a different person, but still got the same personality.

I mean, he was still the same, but it was sort of…like a better person. The same person, but got the better qualities. I was so happy when Dean was just paying attention to me, alone. Sam never came across to his head, I knew it. It was the day when I finally left the hospital; I was able to move my arms and head…but not my legs. So Dean was helping me to get changed, at first I was a bit embarrassed but I realized that Dean was the one for me, my boyfriend.

I got into a shower before I got changed and I just felt like a kid when Dean was helping me and scrubbing my back and legs, but when I just saw Dean's face…he was just happy. Really happy. And his face made me happy too. I smiled at his affection, warmth and passion.

It was then the time to go home – well, go to the motel. I was sat on a wheelchair and Dean finally signed me out and took me to his car, where I was actually hoping my big teddy bear would be there…but nope – he wasn't there.

"Dean?" I asked as I clutched my arm stands tightly.

"Yeah, what's up?" he asked as he stopped in the front of the shotgun seat. I didn't hear him, but he wrote the sentence he said to me afterwards. He began to fuss around with me and the car door. He opened the door and lifted me up from the wheelchair and put me down on the shotgun. He let go of me and was about to put the wheelchair back into the backseat, but I grabbed his shirt and made him to bend down and I kissed him softly.

"…nothing." I smirked as I let go of his seductive lips and stared into his eyes. His gorgeous, green and so adventurous eyes. He smiled softly and kissed me on the lips as well again.

"Let me just put the wheelchair away and I will kiss you again, alright?" Dean said and I nodded happily. I didn't hear him once again, but I knew he said that because I could lip-read him already. He pecked my cheek and closed the door. I watched him put the wheelchair into the boot as it was folded into pieces and I watched the boot trunk down as Dean pushed it down. I didn't hear anything at all…I looked down onto my hands with my peeling off already black painted nails.

He got into the seat next to me and closed the door. He just turned the engine on – I couldn't hear it, but I could feel it. I looked up from my nails to Dean's face right in front of me. I was jumped like hell, but Dean just grinned and kissed me softly. Really softly. I was completely all around; butterflies in my stomach…ooh!

We just kissed for at least two minutes and then we both were getting out of breath so he let go of me and smirked. I smiled and giggled aloud as he began to drive. I just watched Dean, singing badly to the song that was playing at the radio – Highway to Hell…which was quite ironic. But he kept glancing at me and I just smiled at his happiness…it felt like he just became happy for once. I wondered what happened when I was out.

I looked at the motel room, as it looked still the same. Dean stopped the car and we just shared a look to each other and we just grinned. He pointed at the notepad on my lap and I nodded and gave it to him. He wrote something down on it, hastily and then he passed it back to me.

Sam is there, but just don't make any ideas or say anything to cheer him up about…you know what. So, it would be the best idea if you just let it go? Especially when he thinks it is his fault that you got run over. Just be normal, okay?

I nodded and looked at Dean. I scoffed a bit and said, "When was I normal?" I chuckled and he smiled. He kissed me on my forehead and we just laid our foreheads against each other. "I can't just let him be like this. He needs to be back to normal, if not…just back to whom he was…" I sighed. Dean nodded and pecked my lips. He then got out of the car and got the wheelchair out from the boot and smiled when he opened the door like a gentleman and lifted me up and put me down on the wheelchair and he grabbed the notepad I left in the car and put it down on my lap. I just loved the little actions like this…even they are tiny – but they still made a difference in our relationship.

He opened the door and I just felt like I was finally back home. I was so happy when I saw the messy beds, the food littering on the table, the kitchen full of beer and also the big limp on one of the beds – Sammy. I looked up at Dean and he nodded at me. I grinned and moved the wheelchair towards Sam's bed…he was sleeping like an angel and yet he looked so…in pain. He tossed around and I sighed. He must be dreaming about my accident.

"Sammy…" I whispered. He tossed once more and faced me. He was only wearing his boxers, and it didn't bother me. I was used to it, when I saw him nearly naked for the last couple of years.

He slightly opened his eyes and then closed his eyes again. I sighed and poked his cheek. I looked back and Dean was just putting my clothes into his drawers, shared with him. I giggled, but I looked back at Sam. I poked him again, but a bit harder. He tossed around and finally opened his eyes.

His eyes…was still the same, but he looked like he was crying all night and just fallen asleep. Or, just simply pissed that he was being rudely woken up. I giggled and waved at him. He looked at me for a minute, but he smiled and laughed, but I didn't hear it. I giggled and he sat up hastily and crossed his legs. For a second there, he looked like a kid.

"Sammy…why didn't you visit me…."I pouted like a lost puppy and he said something, but I didn't hear him. I looked at Dean, who was approaching us. I watched Dean explaining that Sam had to use the notepad for the time being, for two more weeks until my implants were turned on. Sam nodded repeatedly to show his understanding.

Dean passed the notepad from my lap to Sam, who began to write down neatly and took his own time, who looked at me. Dean sat down on the bed and looked at me patiently. That felt weird, when he just looked at me with those big eyes set on me…but also it felt nice. The notepad was tossed to my lap and I picked it up to read my message:

Hey, Katie…the reason why I couldn't visit because I just felt guilty and also…I was too busy hunting for a case around here. I did it on my own, because Dean was too busy spoiling you for the last two weeks! I am so sorry, about…you know what.

I put the notepad down aggressively, but I looked up at Sam, who genuinely thought I was utterly pissed at him.

"Sam! It isn't your fault, you idiot! It is the freaking car's fault! I just wish you…get over it and go back to normal, when you just make me laugh a lot…" I sighed and I looked back at Sam, who was smiling truly and I just wanted to go into his arms, but I couldn't because of my legs. So, instead I opened my arms and he wrapped me around him and lifted me up. I grinned and tightened the embrace. It was so good, just to have him in my arms.

I felt another pair of hands on my waist and he pulled me against his chest as I pouted and acted like a baby, wanting to go back to her mother…but I watched Sam's expression, full of red blushing on his cheeks and just wanted to look away, but we looked at each other's eyes and he just was so embarrassed.

Dean put me down on the wheelchair and I giggled as I watched his face too – it was tomato red and he looked both jealous and embarrassed. I pulled his shirt down and kissed his cheek. I whispered to him, "You do know that I love you. Not your taller, but younger brother…I prefer…older, badder and plainly sexier men." I smirked and he smirked too. He bent down to my head and kissed my forehead.

I sighed lovingly and looked at both of the brothers. One, who I was truly in love and had a crush on since I first met him and now, we are dating… and now the other brother was lovely, amazing…but he told me that he had a crush on me…God, I felt like Bella from Twilight just there…less depressing, though.

I just hoped the future would be the one that I wanted ever since I was a kid – to have a boyfriend, (check!) to get married, and to have a family…and to have a job. I knew Dean was brought up to do hunting…but I just wanted to give it all up and spend his life with me and our unborn children.