I opened my eyes to bright natural light, cruelly hurting my head. That was rude. It was really bright. I was in a bed, not my bed, but a nice bed. The covers were green, kind of itchy, but nice. The room, it was small. Like a hospital room, but nicer. Everything was nice.

Had I been sleeping? I must have been, I mean, I woke up from something. No nightmare; that was nice.

I sat up with a groan and shielded my eyes from the unbearably bright windows. As I raised my hand, I saw a tube attached to the back of it. My first instinct was to rip them out. But then I thought, maybe I shouldn't. I mean, this place is so nice, why would there be anything wrong with one little, teeny, weeny tube?

I smiled thinking about how little it was. It was almost cute, all cuddled up against my skin, like a baby snake. I stopped for a second, trying to process something in my brain like trying to run through glue.

I hated snakes. They are not cute. They do not cuddle. Snakes kill. Snakes were the Star Wars' Emperor of earth. Evil.

Without giving it even another thought, I ripped out the tube and scanned the room. There were no weapons, nothing I could use as one either. The room was barren.

I lifted the covers and slid my bare feet on the linoleum floor. It was cold, but I still walked over the the window. There was a parking lot outside, full of cars and people walking all around. There was one car in particular that caught my eye. A '67 Impala with Kansas license plates.

Dean

I was in the bunker looking through some old case files after Sam left; anything to keep my mind off Cora. But no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts always wandered back to her.

I set the papers in my hand down and sighed. Was what I was doing right? Sure there was nothing I wanted more than for her to not a be a hunter, nothing that was more important than her not being a hunter, but maybe I had messed it up years ago.

Maybe when I had decided that her hating me and what hunting does to people was the best thing for her, I was...well...wrong. I could have been wrong all along.

I remembered the night I had picked her up from the police station.

" ?"

"Yeah," Dean answered slowly "I just can't believe this happened."

"I know this can be hard to process, but right now Cora needs you, and she needs you to be strong." The blonde woman told Dean with a sympathetic look. She was in her late twenties and on any other day Dean would be spending any chance he got to check out her hot lawyer look, but he was preoccupied.

He looked across the precinct to the little girl sleeping on a cot, his little girl. He smiled at that and looked back to the woman, nodding his head. Strong. She was right, he needed to be strong, and that was what he would be.

"Can I see her now?"

My flashback was cut short by my phone ringing. I got out of chair and retrieved it from the counter, answering on the fourth ring.

"Dean Winchester." I answered

"Uh, yes, hello . This is Kansas Central Hospital and we currently have your daughter in our custody. We'd like you to come here to talk about some legalities and any further treatment for her." A female voice said like this was a totally normal thing to tell someone.

"You have my daughter?" I asked uncertain.

"Yes. Corona Ann Winchester. If we can just have you come by." She answered, clearly downplaying the importance.

"Why is she in the hospital?" I asked, adding "how hurt is she?" The wheels finally turning.

"Oh no, no." The woman said like I thought she preferred dogs over kittens "She isn't hurt. Cora is here for physiological purposes, not physical."

"What physiological purposes?" I asked slowly, not knowing why the hell Cora would be admitted into a psych ward.

"Can we talk about this when you get here?" The women asked, sort of pleaded.

I hung up the phone and grabbed by keys. She didn't need so say anymore, I knew that Cora was definitely in trouble.

When I got to the hospital, the doctor ushered me into her office. She shut the door behind me and sat at her desk, looking me in the eye sympathetically. She folded her hands and sat still for a few seconds. I could tell was thinking.

"Cora had an incident today." The the doctor, Doctor Amy Williams, stayed silent afterwards-letting it sink in.

"She attacked a fellow student today." Dr. Williams tested hesitantly.

"Attacked?" I echoed.

"Uh, yes. She had be, um, tranquilized."

She had to be kidding to think I would be that I would believe this bull.

"Granted, " Dr. Williams added " This particular student had been known to… bully Cora. That's what some students said anyway."

I had to be hearing her wrong. Cora bullied? She had never said anything. I couldn't see her just letting someone push her around like that, I raised her differently. The Cora I knew would break her nose at one wrong look.

"It seems like she had a mental breakdown after the prolonged treatment she'd been receiving."

"Stop lying to me." I said calmly, looking at the floor.

"I'm sorry what?" Dr. Williams stuttered.

I looked her dead in the eyes "Do you really think that I'm so stupid?" I said raising my voice.

"Mr. Winchester, I know this can be hard to accep-"

"Stop lying to me!" I growled.

I stood up and looked down at her. Cora would never have been able to hide something like that for so long. She didn't seem like anything paranormal, so why would she try to do something like this to me? I stared down at her for what seemed like minutes. Her trembling, my trembling; her fear, my anger.

I had started to realize that I wasn't actually angry at her as I watched her struggle to stay calm. I knew I was intimidating, it was something that was just well… me. No, she had done nothing wrong; it was me I was angry at. It seemed impossible that a father could not notice something like that about their daughter. You'd think that I would know my own child enough to help them when they need help.

I sighed and sat back down.

"I'm sorry." I said quietly.

'Uh, yes, well." she stuttered, kind of breathlessly, "as I was saying, It can be hard to accept. Everyone always says 'That's not my child' but the reality is that it's always possible for something like to happen to anybody." She finished passionately.

I nodded, knowing that she was talking from personal experience, but not really caring. I had my priorities.

"Can I see her?" I asked.

"She's sleeping now, But I don't see why not." Dr. Williams smiled.

She got up from her desk and opened the door, continuing to lead me down the hall. We turned left, then right until she stopped in front of a wooden door with a small window.

" You can go in." She said with a smile and motioned her hand towards the door.

"Thank you." I muttered while opening the door.

The room was nothing like a hospital room I'd ever been in. It was fairly large with furniture and windows to the west. A bed was pushed up against the back wall. There was Cora. In a navy green blanket and an IV in her hand. I walked over to her bedside and sat down in a chair next to her.

She looked different than how I'd ever seen her. She looked so helpless and alone laying in that bed. How could the strong, independent girl that I knew have demons like that and not share it?

But I knew the answer. It was because she didn't trust me. It was because of my stupid plan that I so ignorantly thought would work. I didn't take into account what it would do to her in order to get the endgame. I knew Sammy was right. And with her listless breathing filling the quiet room, I vowed to stop pretending. there was other ways to make sure she never hunted. There were other ways to keep her safe, and with all the time I spent away from her, I'd never realized it.

Okay So I kind of wrote this chapter a little differently, but i hope it was still good! Let me know if you liked me putting Dean's POV in!

Thanks,

Robyn