"I don't want you two to have unrealistic expectations. Kaiden should wake up soon but there was massive blood loss and one of the bullets even lodged her spine. I need you to realize that she might never walk again."
There was pacing, I couldn't figure out who was moving and I didn't recognize the voice that had been speaking.
"Listen Doc, she's tough as nails. She's going to walk again."
"Let's hope." Said the person who the strange voice belonged to as I heard them leave the room.
My eyes fluttered open and I saw Dean pacing in the room, his arm in a sling and Sam was sitting in one of those uncomfortable hospital chairs. He looked over at me,
"Dean! She's awake!" Sam rushed to the door, "I'll get a doctor!"
The eldest Winchester came quickly to my side and leaned over me. He had enough beard that told me it had been a long while since he had even touched a razor,
"Hey Kaiden." He brushed the hair back from my forehead,
"Hey" I whispered, my throat was raw from not being used.
Sam returned with the doctor and he proceeded to shine a flashlight in my eyes and take my blood pressure. After he did that he poked and prodded some more until he was certain I was in working condition,
"So, when do I get to go home?"
The doctor sighed and put his stethoscope back around his neck,
"Mrs. Sanderson, your injuries are very serious. We had to go in a remove all three of the bullets, one of which was lodged in your spine. I've said this to your husband already, you were in a coma for two weeks, we want to make sure there are not underlying injuries that haven't presented themselves yet, and we need to keep you around for observation, just to make sure that there is no permanent damage to your spine."
I nodded my head, I figured there was no point in arguing with the doctor. Sam and Dean on the other hand were a completely different story. The doctor walked out of the room and left the three of us,
"Let's shag ass guys!"
I swung my legs over the bed and slid down onto the ground. But instead of walking out of the hospital like I had planned on doing, my legs gave out and I fell, Sam caught me, Dean couldn't with his arm in a sling, and placed me back on the hospital bed,
"There's no way you're going anywhere. We've had to watch you lay unconscious for weeks, now we're making sure you're one hundred percent okay before you set a toe outside this hospital. Got it?" Dean said in a dangerously low voice, I nodded my head, "Good. I'm going to get coffee."
Dean left the room and I was left staring at Sam in shock,
"What's got his panties in such a twist?"
Sam shrugged,
"He was truly terrified that you would never wake up. I think he's trying to deal with his emotions, and you know Dean, feelings freak him out 99 percent of the time."
I nodded my head. I could only imagine how I would feel if it had been Dean in the coma. I would have gone crazy with worry and probably would have ended up acting like a bitch to keep my fears in check.
I turned to Sam,
"So. Mrs. Sanderson eh?"
He laughed,
"Yea, sorry we didn't have time to warn you before he came back in. It was just the name on the insurance we gave them."

I didn't do much for the next couple of hours, the only thing that made me happy was that Sam brought me a pair of pajamas so I wouldn't have to wear that hideous hospital gown anymore.
Dean didn't come back until much later, when the sun had already set.
He stood in the doorway of my room,
"Come to yell at me some more?"
He ran his hands through his hair and walked into the room, sitting on the side of my bed,
"I didn't mean to freak out on you. I just, I honestly didn't know if you would wake up. And if you hadn't, it would have been my fault."
I shook my head,
"Dean you didn't shoot me."
"Yea, but I didn't protect you. I just fell to the ground like a pansy ass."
I looked at him with complete shock,
"Dean, you had a bullet in your shoulder!" He looked away from me. I placed my hand on his chin and gently turned his face towards mine. I kissed him gently and pulled him into a tight embrace, "What happened to me wasn't your fault."
I yawned at that moment so wide that it practically unhinged my jaw. Dean ran his hand down my cheek,
"You need some sleep."
"That makes no sense. Wasn't I just asleep for two weeks?" I said through another yawn. I realized my argument was completely ridiculous and I allowed Dean to pull the covers over me.
"Dean?" I asked,
"Yea?"
"Well, uh, you know how much hospitals scare the crap out of me. Would you by any chance stay with me tonight?" I slid over on the bed to make room for him,
He took off his leather jacket, tossing it on the chair as he climbed onto the bed beside me and wrapped his good arm around me and slid his other arm out of the sling that was holding it.
I was going to say something about how he should probably keep the sling on his arm, but we were having a nice moment so I thought better of it and kept my trap shut, for once.
Now you might be thinking that I was just putting all that stuff out about being scared of hospitals just so that I could get a cuddle in with my boyfriend. But I can honestly say that they give me the wiggans, seriously, they're so clean, and dark, and there are lots of dying people soon to become spirits. Scary spirits, well some of them become scary. Sorry I'll stop babbling and get back to what I was saying,
"Comfortable?" he murmured into my ear
I snuggled closer into him,
"Yea. Thanks. So doc says I can go home in a couple days. Good news."
"He told me, don't push yourself though. Sam and I will be on the look out for a good hunt."
We talking about different things for a little while until my exhaustion took me over and I fell asleep in Dean's arms.