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"DEAN!" Sam yelled.
Dean's head shot up to look at Sam, he looked from Eva to Sam and jumped away from her body.
"Oh god….what have I done," he stared blankly at Eva then back to his hands.
Sam half ran, half slid down the embankment, falling to his knees at the bottom next to Eva. Gently placing his fingers on her neck, he felt for a pulse.
"Is….is she….." Dean stammered.
"Her pulse is weak, we need to get her to a hospital…..now!" he picked her up in his arms, and began the trek back up the embankment. He reached the top and noticed that Dean hadn't followed him.
"Dean, come on!"
Dean snapped out of his trance, and followed his brother.
"Give me the keys," Sam ordered.
Dean went to protest, but nodded his head in agreement; he didn't know when Bobby's spirit would return inside him.
Sam placed Eva on the backseat, doing his best to strap her in, and clambered into the driving seat. Dean flopped in the passenger seat and Sam sped away.
After a quick stop to ask for directions and a weird glance from them to the backseat, they finally made it to the hospital. Sam carried her into the hospital lobby, a nearby doctor rushed over and ushered them into the nearest available room. He pressed a button on his pager, and went back to checking her vitals.
"Weak pulse, damage to the trachea…" the doctor rambled on, almost to himself.
Two nurses rushed in.
"You, she needs an oxygen mask," he said looking at one of the nurses, who then rushed out of the room. He looked to the other.
"Prepare the theatre; we're taking her into surgery." The second nurse followed the first and left.
"Whoa, whoa wait, why does she need surgery," Sam interrupted.
"She's sustained a considerable amount of damage to the trachea, we need to see if it will hold," the doctor replied, as if everything was fine.
"What do you mean if?" Sam questioned.
"The damage may cause it to collapse."
"And then what happens?" he continued.
"Worse case scenario, she'll die. But that's unlikely. If we can stabilize it in time, she'll be fine."
The first nurse rushed back in with an oxygen mask, gently lifting Eva's head she slipped it over her airways and connected it to the machine.
"Will that be all Doctor?" she asked.
"Yes thank you, Nurse Temple." He turned to face the boys.
"Now my assumption is that she was strangled, can any of you shed some light on that." Dean went to speak but Sam jumped in.
"We went to go get some food from our local diner, that's when we heard her scream. It came from an alley, so we rushed over and saw her being attacked."
"I don't suppose you saw the attacker's face," replied the doctor.
"No, sorry. It was dark."
He nodded his head, knowing that no investigation would find the attacker. They were pulled from there thoughts when the second nurse turned into the room.
"Theatre's ready."
They unplugged her from the oxygen mask and wheeled her away, through yet another set of double blue doors. Sam closed the door to their room and turned to face Dean.
"What the fuck were you thinking, huh? Look, I know you two didn't get on, but trying to kill her, come on Dean!"
Dean broke off his stare at the floor, and stood up, "You really think I'd kill a person outta cold blood."
"Dean you had your hands around her throat, hell if I had got there later, she'd be dead by now," fumed Sam, raising his voice.
"DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT!!" bellowed Dean. A few strange looks from people in the hallways made him continue in a harsh whisper.
"Don't you think that I feel sick to the stomach that I caused that?" His hand flew out in the direction Eva had been taken.
"I would never do that willingly, okay."
"So, what are you saying?" asked Sam.
"I think, I know I'm ….possessed." Sam could see how hard it had been for Dean to admit it.
"You think it's that Bobby Wilton guy."
"I know it's him, I know how he died, I even know how angry he his…hell I know everything about him, he must have done it at the house, while I was out. But you gotta know….I had no control, I swear it."
"I believe you, I'm sorry."
"I know how it must have looked, how it did look for that matter." Dean took his place back in his seat near the wall.
"What happens if she dies Sam?" Sam turned to face Dean and for a spilt second saw how scared he looked. He stood by his brother's side and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
"I don't know Dean."
After an agonizing 2 hour wait, in which both boys had paced a hole in the floor, the doctor and nurses re-entered the room, wheeling Eva in front of them. They hooked her back up to the oxygen ventilator and the nurses fluffed her pillows.
"How is she?" Sam asked.
"She's going to be fine, the trachea's gonna be sore for awhile, that explains the way she's breathing."
Sam and Dean listened intently, and heard the raspy noise coming from Eva. Seeing how worried they both looked the doctor was quick to jump in.
"Don't worry, that's normal."
"Now, her voice will be barely a whisper, but that will improve in a few days along with the cuts and bruises. I have to go check on another patient of mine, but she should be awake in a half hour or so, when she does wake-up go to the nurses station and get them to page me, my name is Doctor Reed. Okay?" Both boys responded with a nod, and once again he left the room. They pulled up seats next to her, and began the wait.
Eva's eyes opened to barely a slit, and closed again. They opened a bit more and she tried to focus on something that wasn't spinning. She tried to speak, but nothing came out, and her fist's clenched at the pain. Dean noticed the movement, and jumped from his seat.
"Eva?" Her eyes rolled around to meet his.
That's when everything came back, them kissing, him beating her, and the look on his face as he strangled her.
Dean watched as her eyes widened in fear, hands clenched the bed sheets and her breathing sped up. Dean stepped away, not knowing what to do. She clutched her chest and throat, but never took her panic filled eyes off of Dean.