Chapter 3: And In the End You'll Have Your Best Friend
"Beep, beep, beep." Was the first sound I heard as I gained consciousness. "Dean, I told you that she wasn't up for it." Sam whisper yelled. Ugh, welcome back right? "Mhmm." I groaned trying to get comfortable in the bed that felt like cement on my back. "Charlie, come on squirt open your eyes." Dean said, I could feel his presence come to the side of the bed. Slowly I pried my eyes open, and all I have to say was I quickly regretted it. "It burns." I whined, shutting them again as quick as I could. Let's just say that hospital white walls and bright sun light don't mix. "I know, I know Chars but, you have to keep them open okay?" Sam said, coming to the other side of the bed. "Easier said than done." I grumbled, resting the crook of my arm over my eyes. "So how are you feeling?" Dean asking, staring down at the palms of his hands. "Just peachy, how do you think I feel?" I asked, positioning myself so I could see him better. "Well you look like crap, so if that is any sign then I would say badly." Dean replied, throwing me his infamous smirk. "Why am I here anyways?" I asked, trying to position myself where my ribs weren't throbbing. "You don't remember?" Dean asked, concern lacing his face. "No, the last thing I remember is us leaving the motel to go on the run." I replied biting back a groan. "Charlie, you started coughing up blood, you don't remember that?" Dean asked, looking at Sam who had just entered the room with a doctor.
"Charlotte Wesley, how are you feeling?" The doctor asked, shinning an annoyingly bright light in my eyes. "I'd be better if you stopped shinning that light in my eyes, thank you very much." I snapped, trying once again not to scream out loud from the pain that radiated in my rib cage. "Honestly how are you feeling Charlotte?" The doctor asked, staring me right in the eyes. I don't know why but something inside of me crumbled. "Like I just went 4 rounds with a pro boxer and all of the shots were to my rib cage." I replied, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. "That's the answer I expected." The doctor said, writing down something on my chart. "Can I leave soon please?" I asked, giving him my best puppy dog eyes. The one good trait that I had inherited from Sammy. "This afternoon is our goal for releasing you. That's if we don't have any complications." The replied, closing my file. "Complications?" I asked, looking at Sam and Dean. "Charlie, one of your broken ribs punctured your lung. That's why you were coughing up blood." Dean said looking at the wall. "Dean what else?" I asked, my voice above a whisper. "They lost you twice on the ride here." Sam said, looking at me with tears in his eyes. "But I'm here right now, and everything is fine. Right?" I asked looking them both in the eyes. "Yeah you're good for now Charls." Dean said, giving me a crooked grin. "Well can we blow this joint?" I asked, my eyes sparkling with impatience. "Yeah, but we're coming back if you have any problems." Dean said looking me straight in the eye. "Okay." I replied. "Dean, thank you. You know for taking care of me and being the best big brother." I said, wrapping my 5' 2" frame around his 6'3" one. I breathed in the Dean scent that relaxed me so easily: motor oil, and motel soap. You might think eww, but for me it's the smell of home. "Nice chick flick moment." Sam said, standing in the doorway. "Shut up nerd." I replied, rolling my eyes at him. "You ready to leave?" Dean asked, I could tell he was ready to hit the road. "More than you know." I replied, smiling at him.
