"Sam" A frail voice called from inside the wreck.
Sam ran over to the front of the truck, he knelt down a peered through the cracked windshield. He could see Maggie slumped against the shattered passenger window. Her head was bleeding from a cut just below her hairline and her arms were cut and grazed from the shards of broken glass.
"Maggie, shield you eyes, I'm going to break the windshield and pull you out okay". Sam instructed.
Dean stood in front of the roof of the car and looked down through the window on the driver's side, which was now facing up towards the dark blue sky. The doctor was unconscious and too bleeding from his head. He was slumped over on Maggie's shoulder in a dead weight.
Sam kicked in the windshield and lent in to take Maggie's arm then began to pull her out.
Maggie let out a cry in pain and tried to swallow back more. Each movement hurt like nothing she had ever felt before. Sam slowly dragged her out of the window and onto the grass. When he finally got Maggie clear of the smoking wreckage they lent back on the grass in exhaustion. Maggie pulled herself upright as much as she could, cringing with pain as she did.
"You okay?" Dean asked, tone of voice and expression showing concern.
"Yeah I think…"
A sudden gunshot rung out through the darkness, Sam flinched as blood splattered onto his face. Maggie fell back to the floor.
Dean flinched in shock, then snapped himself out of it when he looked into the truck, the doctor looked back at him, a smile on his face. Dean fired his gun, no hesitation, once, twice and a third time. He stared at the bloodied doctor, a feeling of rage building up from the pit of his stomach.
Sam was shaking. He turned his head slowly and looked at Maggie in shock and dread, seeing the bloody hole in the middle of her forehead. Her eyes were open but her expression was pale, blank, and lifeless.
Dean knelt down beside Maggie, he reached out to gently to close her eyes.
Just at that second he felt an arm grab his wrist tightly. Maggie let out a sudden gasp for air. Dean's eyes widened in shock and surprise. "Holy…!"
Sam too jumped back. Maggie looked Dean strait in the eyes, still gasping for air. She finally caught her breath and released her hold on Dean's arm. She clutched at her forehead feeling for the bullet hole. She then raised her other hand to the back of her head. Breathing rapidly in and out she squirmed around on the floor, clearly disturbed by what was happening. She frowned as she removed her hand from her head and looked at her palm. No blood, on either hand.
Sam and Dean looked on in disbelief; the bullet wound had completely disappeared. Maggie looked back at them; her face was now filled with terror and confusion. She didn't understand. She was dead; she felt the bullet hit. Why was she alive? What was happening to her?
A few hours later, the three had set up camp at Bobby's, thinking it would be the best place to figure things out.
Sam was sat in chair at small dining table, staring into space trying to make sense of the situation. Although it didn't take much to know how this could possibly had happened. The yellow-eyed demon had visited her. He was right, she was chosen, but what he didn't understand was why she did not have a psychic ability, instead it would seem she had the ability to heal. But why, what were The Demon's reasons behind it?
Maggie was curled up on the bed, the very same bed that Sam had laid on a month ago when he was brought back to life.
She rubbed her forehead repeatedly, as if it would somehow make everything seem clearer.
Dean was out side in the yard with Bobby.
"I'm telling you Bobby, she was dead. That bullet went right through but she just woke up as if… I don't know Bobby, I don't know what the hell is going on".
"Do you think it could have something to do with the demon, she could be one of the children?" Bobby asked equally as confused by the situation.
Dean shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. He paced the yard; taking a swig of his beer each time he changed his direction. There was one thing he knew. He defiantly felt something when he saw Maggie's head fly back, when he thought that the demon had killed her. He didn't know what it was, surely he couldn't be attached, it was the one thing he was stopping himself from doing. He didn't want to get close to her. He was learning to tolerate her but he didn't care about her that much. Did he?
Sam looked at Maggie; he could see the emotional storm that was churning inside her. He rose from the chair, walked over and sat on the bed next to her.
"How you doing?" He asked softly.
"How do you think I'm doing?" Maggie replied, keeping her eyes ahead to the wall opposite.
Sam looked down at his hand; he understood how she felt to a certain extent. He knew what it was like to have something happen to him that he had no control over.
"I feel cold Sam, I feel numb. I feel wrong". Maggie held a curled hand to her lips her forehead creased into a frown.
"Why do I get to live?" She finally shifted her gaze and looked at Sam, her eyes began to fill with tears. "Why did she have to die?"
"You cant blame yourself for this, believe me I know it feels like it will help, like it will make it stop hurting but it wont".
Sam looked Maggie in the eyes; she shook her head in disagreement.
"She's dead because of me, that thing; all he wanted was me".
Maggie answered, a tear rolled down her cheek.
"I could have helped her, Sam I could have saved her".
Sam kept his gaze, he knew all to well what she meant, why she felt responsible. He felt the same way about Jess and his Mom. The demon had even told him strait that they got in the way of his plans for him.
"You know before she…" Maggie began to say before she died, but that word was too painful to say. "For that second, she looked at me and I saw her, for the first time in so long, I saw her".
The tears had now started to fall down her cheeks; she was no longer able to hold them back.
"I want her back Sam, and I don't mean just now. I want the last two years that I lost back". Sam looked at Maggie with an expression of empathy, of sorrow.
"I want my Mom back". Finally succumbing to her emotions Maggie broke down. The tears spilled over as she closed her eyes. Sam pulled her into his arms, gently resting his chin on her head, a sign to let her know that he understood what she was going through and would be there for her, every step of the way.