From Hospitals To Reflections

The ride to the hospital didn't give me much time to come up with a full proof story to tell the staff. So I told them the truth…kind of. I told them that he and I went into the old Sea view hospital just for a good fright and that he had fallen through one of the loose floor boards to the floor below while checking the place out. One thing that had worked in my favor was that it wasn't the only case in which an individual was harmed due to the weak flooring of the old building. There had been many cases that doctors had seen similar to the story I had given them and rushed Dean to an emergency room for immediate observation with out even questioning the story. Once they took him I ran back to the car and searched the glove compartment for Dean's identity cards. Finding one fake insurance name and an attached file with all the information he needed to know about the name I ran back in and filed him in with the front desk.

"Mr. Stanganelli?" The nurse asked typing the name into the computer.

"Yes Steven Stanganelli."

"Can you spell that please?" She had his damn insurance card right in front of him so I didn't see why I needed to spell his name out for her. So with an attitude toward her stupidity I spelled it out. "S-T-A-N-G-A-N-E-L-L-I."

"Excuse me miss." A man dressed in scrubs and a scientist looking white hospital jacket tapped on my shoulder.

"Yes?" I turned around realizing it was the doctor that had taken care of Dean. "Is he alright?"

"He's fine," He stuck out his hand and I immediately grabbed it shaking it firmly. "Dr. Rail." He introduced himself. "He'll be unconscious for the next few hours but he'll live."

"And his injuries?"

"A few deep cuts and scratches but nothing life threatening. He suffered from massive blood loss but he'll be up and walking soon. Good thing you got him here in time."

"Good thing." I repeated now more relaxed to hear he was okay.

"Now if you would just come with me there are two police officers here to ask about what had happened."

My brief relaxation quickly got tense. "I never win…" I trailed off walking directly behind the doctor.

The cops didn't seem at all interested on questioning me. One lay back in his black leather seat with his slicked back hair, resting his size ten boots on the coffee table in the doctors' office. He looked as though he was forty with a bad attitude. I'd classify him as a fat man with a short fuse. The other a young man, maybe his early twenties, had an innocent look to him, reminding me of Sam. He had one strand of hair hanging over his left eye, which hid a small scar he must have gotten when he was a little boy. Both had something in common though, they didn't want to be there checking up on another incident that involved that damn hospital. Neither of them had written down a damn thing I said. They had seen it all too many times, some stupid kid that took a hefty fall down a few flights because they were curious to find out if ghost really exist. The only thing different in this case was that Dean and I weren't teenagers. I didn't think such a simple explanation for a two second cover story could actually prevent the cops from thinking anything more.

After the questioning and informing of "It's illegal to go into an abandoned house" I went and found out where Dean's room was located. I pulled a chair up beside his hospital bed and waited there for eighteen hours straight before I fell asleep with my head on the bed and my hand on his chest. I had not even gotten up to take a pee or anything, I was afraid he would wake up not knowing what had happened or freak out because he didn't know where he was. Before I had passed out from pure exhaustion I had been playing with Dean's necklace. He always had that thing on and never told me what for. He always replied "Well what's your necklace stand for?" referring to the one I had taken from the sight of Trent's death. Our necklaces looked similar but differed with various marks so I had fallen asleep thumbing them both.

Two or three hours later Dean had woken up to see me in the same position I had fallen asleep in. With my hand on his chest and head right beside him he decided to leave me be. A girl's touch never bothered him.

Several moments later Dr Rail had walked in to check if Dean had wakened yet. He addressed Dean as someone else.

"Mr. Stanganelli, nice to see you're finally awake." Dean automatically recognized it as one of his fake insurance names.

"How long have I been out for?"

"A little less then a day. Names doctor Rail," he approached Dean's bed examining the paper work at the foot of the bed and glanced over at my still body beside Dean. "She hasn't left your side since you arrived" he continued reading the files. "Not even for a drink."

The doctor's voice wasn't exactly soothing, it was more hoarse like a heavy smoker or a car engine starting up. So of course his raspy voice woke me up. I squinted my eyes trying to blink away the drowsiness to see Dean looking down at me smiling.

"Yea, she's a keeper." Dean began humoring the doctor. I furrowed a brow and lifted up my head from where it lay. I decided to play along with the role Dean had started.

"Oh sweetie are you okay? You gave me such a fright!" I cupped Dean's face between both hands. "When can he come home doctor?"

"One more night Mrs. Stanganelli. We'd like to keep an eye on him just incase."

"Ms Williams doctor Rail, for now that is." I gave Dean a piercing look to convince my role to the doctor and even Dean was thrown back by it.

"Oh my apologies I just thou-"

"Great job now I gotta hear about this 'when are you gunna propose to me' crap."

"Oh shut up Steven!" I referred to Dean. I turned my attention to the doctor who had a what-did-I-start look plastered to his face. "Doctor Rail if you can excuse us please."

"Say no more." He waved a hand and quickly took his leave.

After the doctor left, Dean had prepared himself for all types of questions I would normally ask him. When I had walked off to shut the door and back to Dean's bedside I stood completely silent. Instead of annoying him with questions from the previous night I laid my head back down on the bed and shut my eyes. The thing was that I was tired and only got three hours of sleep in the past two days. Questioning him would just tire me out and get me pissed off at him when he didn't give me a straight answer.

Right when I was falling into a deep sleep Dean decided to start speaking.

"So what? You're giving me the cold shoulder?"

I shook my head no keeping my eyes closed trying not to lose that drifting feeling. That feeling you get when you're falling asleep and begin to start a dream but your not quite there yet, where you're between a reality world and fantasy world.

"I get it your giving me the silent treatment." There it goes, I lost it.

"Uh!" I opened my eyes and beamed them toward Dean. "I'm tired Dean, shut up."

"You're not gunna ask me what happened?" He leaned back.

"No."

I tried again to close my eyes and drift away but Dean insisted on talking.

"Good cause I don't know what happened, one minute I was walking the hallways and the next you were hovering over me trying to kick me over."

"Please shut up." I begged beneath my breath shoving my head into my arms.

"You're not going to yell at me, call me unprofessional? Even though I know more then you." He had to add the last part in but I was too tired to care.

"Lia-"

"OH MY GOD!" I shot up from where I was resting. "Do you ever shut up or do you just like to hear your own voice? I swear to god I'll cut out your tongue and feed it to a black dog if I have to, just let me sleep for a while!"

"That's better."

I rolled my eyes and made an annoyed whining sound that Dean laughed at.

"Sleep later we got to go." Dean climbed out of the bed and walked over to his clothes on the edge of the small table.

"Why is that?"

"C'mon Lia, we both know the 'stay one more night' line is so they have an extra day to go over the paper work and make sure everything's legal."

"So?"

"Mr. Stanganelli does not know his file work."

"Yes he does."

"No he doesn't."

"Yes, he does."

Dean turned to face me with a questionable look on his face.

"I took care of it already. Your paper work is complete, everything's legit."

"Still I don't want to be here, I hate hospitals."

He grabbed his things and walked right pass my seat to the door. I angrily stood up and walked after him, grabbing his arm before he could grab the door and forcefully pulled him toward me. I side stepped letting him pass me right up and into a sitting position on the bed.

"This is no joke Dean! You're staying here till they officially release you. You have no idea how bad you looked last night, if it weren't for me you would have died."

He massaged his arm where I had grabbed him.

"Why are you so strong?" He asked and I gave him a get-serious look and he continued.

"There's still a job that needs to be done."

"I'll take care of it after I get a few hours of shut eye."

"You can't do it alone." His protective side showing.

"I'm not, I got Ail."

He stood back up and was now face to face with me.

"Fine but we're still leaving. I don't like hospitals."

"He's going to try to tag along with you back to the hospital, I suggest you drug him." Ail recommended the moment Dean finished his sentence. I nodded my head in reference to both there statements.

I drove both of us to the motel I was staying at and had Dean change out of his scrubs into some actual clothes. Afterward he let me sleep and went out to get us both something to eat.

When I woke in mid day Dean threw a happy meal from Mc Donalds at me laughing at how excited I got with the little toy hidden at the bottom of the bag.

"What?! A girl can't get happy to receive a gift?"

"It's a toy."

"So?"

His smile grew wider at how immature I could be, it was rare to see those moments on me so he took it for granted.

"What are you still doing here anyway?" He took a sip of his drink.

"I would think you'd be grateful that I'm staying to make sure your okay."

The moment I finished he laughed so hard he began choking on his drink and it came out his nose.

"Hahahahah!!! Hahaha! Ew that is so funny!" I began coughing from laughing up a piece of chicken.

"Hahaha" he couldn't help but laugh at himself. "Damn that stings." He pinched his nose and walked off to the bathroom. From where I sat you could here the faucet running and Dean yelled over it.

"Really why are you still here?"

Searching through one of my bags I found some sleeping pills and put them into Dean's drink after Ail reminded me to drug him.

"My cars totaled."

"What?" he asked turning off the faucet and walking back into the room.

"I said my cars totaled, I need your help fixing it."

"How'd you total it?"

"From saving you. While dragging your fat ass out that building those damn ghosts had some fun remodeling it."

Dean stood silent for a moment and walked over to the mirror in the bathroom. He took kind of long so I walked to the door and rested a hand on my hip as I stared and chuckled at what I saw. Dean was standing there shirtless, checking his body out in an odd way. When he heard my laugh he shot me a dirty look.

"I'm not fat." He hissed.

"Shut up and go eat your three bacon cheese burgers, two large fries, and twenty piece chicken nuggets." It was seriously what he had ordered for himself. "Don't forget the chocolate milk shake." I smiled.

Dean put his shirt back on and walked to the table in the main room. He finished his drink and discarded the rest of his food clearly affected by what I said. Within the hour Dean passed out from the drugs and I left for the haunted hospital.

Around the middle of the night I returned back to the motel where Dean sat up watching some television.

"Nice to see your back, give me my keys." Dean demanded. I threw him the car keys and walked over to the shower where Dean had followed me to.

"Did you really have to do that?"

"What?"

"Drug me?"

"Well, yeah." I stated stripping off my shirt. "Ail told me to."

"Don't blame me, he already hates me."

"I hate that bitch. Oh yeah, don't ever take my car like that again. If there's as much as a scratch on it I'm killing you.'

"Dean I drive ten times better then you, now if you don't mind get out of the bathroom."

After Dean slammed the door shut from being angry that I took his precious car without permission, I jumped into the shower to wash off all the dust and dirt I had taken as a souvenir from the nights hunt. The water was burning hot, just the way I liked it. Feeling the heat of the water create such a painful sensation reminded me I was still alive, with hunting ghosts and with Ail beside me each day my life seemed so surreal. The bathroom became a steam room, the air quickly becoming moist and foggy, and the mirrors lined with steam. When I stepped out the shower I walked toward the mirror and wiped away the steam.

Ever since I first met her she always appeared in my reflection. In the mirror there was me, and beside me always watching over my shoulder was Ail.

After getting dressed and walking back into the room Dean was in I tossed my wet towel in his face and jumped on my bed.

"What are we watching?"

He turned off the T.V. and stood up.

"Nothing, I got a car to fix."

So yea that's how we wound up reuniting. We agreed to team up until he fixed my car which took quite some time, and thank god New York had a lot of haunted places to keep us occupied otherwise I would have gone out of my mind with Dean's sarcasm.

Alright so we're almost half way there, till the ending of my story I mean. But I have to take care of something so I'll continue this in a minute.

Ail! Keep talking shit. Watch what happens bitch!

Err, be right back.

Okay so that's it for this chapter for now. I had this all written down but while I was typing it up I changed so many things that the story line sort of changed. Please leave a review!