Author's Note: Hello Supernatural Fandom! Welcome back. For this chapter I wanted to really establish the connection between Arrie and Nerin, who's bond will have some parallels to the Winchester brothers, but some distinct differences. I hope you enjoy this and please give me feedback. I would love to hear from you all. I am very open to suggestions.

By the time I regained consciousness I was in a hospital bed. The sounds of various machines beeping and the smell of cleaners greeted me as I struggled to open my eyes. I felt very heavy, like I had just been… That's right, I was shot. Images flashed through my brain, reminding me I was indeed shot. I finally opened my eyes and was greeted by Nerin leaning over me just inches from my face. His cheeks were blotchy and his eyes were blood shot. I could tell he had been crying for who knows how long. A smile lit his face as our eyes met, "Arrie!"

Nerin threw himself onto me and began to sob. "Nerin." I mumbled, as the pain hit me like a brick wall. "Nerin… I love you… but… you have to get up… my shoulder." I gasped as he released me from his loving grip of death.

"I thought you were…" Nerin broke out into more sobbing.

I reached out and grabbed his hand, "Oh Nerin, I…. I am going to be okay. It's going to take more than a bullet to get me down. Come on you know me, I can escape from anything, right?"

Nerin nodded his head, trying to calm his breathing as he wiped the snot from his face with his other hand.

I looked in his eyes and tried to reassure him that I was okay, and that I would get better. It was then that I noticed the bright green glow of my eyes reflecting off his and terror shot through me. I wasn't wearing any glasses. Panicking, I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that nobody but Nerin saw me. I covered my eyes with one hand, because the temptation to open them could be overwhelming at times.

"Nerin! My glasses. I need them. Now." I heard some shuffling around and felt Nerin remove my hand and gently put them on, something he had done a few dozen times before.

Luck was in my favor because as soon as Nerin put on the glasses, the brothers who had given us car rides came in with a doctor in tow. The doctor was a short man in comparison to the very tall brothers, especially the younger one which towered significantly over everyone else. The brothers were both wearing cheap looking tuxes and wore the posture of cops, something they had failed to mention in the car the other night. The doctor had kind eyes that were filled with worry and it made my stomach churn as I realized he might have seen my eyes sometime during my stay here. "Hello Arrie, my name is Doctor Ferlin, I was coming in to check up on you. I am pleased to see that you are awake, you have been out for almost two days since the surgery on your shoulder. I am happy to say that we successfully removed the bullet and that you are a very lucky girl because if it had been an inch in any other direction it would have hit a major artery."

He must have noticed my nervous glance at Nerin because he added, "Don't worry we took good care of Nerin! You have a wonderful little brother Ma'am, he wouldn't let us take him from your side after your surgery was completed. I wanted to do a checkup first but under the circumstances these federal agents insisted they speak with you as soon as you woke up. This is Agent Blake and Agent Woods, I will leave them with you and then come back for some routine checkups."

I immediately noticed that they had different last names, which made me wonder if they were lying to me. As the doctor shut the door behind him, Sam came and pulled up a chair next to Nerin by my hospital bed. Dean stayed standing, his arms crossed and his jaw set in a way that showed he was upset about something.

"So, are you guys really cops?"

Dean rolled his eyes and Sam ignored the question, "Arrie, I am glad you are okay."

It bothered me that he didn't answer my question, but I let it slide. I could tell he was being sincere and for that I was grateful. "Me too. What… what happened?"

Dean's eyes narrowed before replying in his gruff voice, "What do you remember?"

I gasped as a wave of pain came with the memories, "I remember getting a ride from you guys and then… there was this truck and I… I saw a red laser." I paused, wracking my brain for more information, but that was all it had for me. "I don't remember anything else. What happened after I was shot?"

Sam seemed to drink up every word I said, analyzing it to see if I was genuine or not. "After you were shot, I leaned out the window while Dean stepped on the gas and I managed to hit the driver. He swerved off into the ditch and we didn't stop for them. We drove here and then they got you into surgery… you lost a lot of blood."

I looked at Nerin again, imagining how horrifying it would have been if he had gotten shot instead of me. I decided I better not let my mind travel down that "what if" road, it only leads to unnecessary anxiety. Nerin just sat by my bed looking at me like I might vanish at any moment, and squeezing my hand like he had to hold me down so that I didn't blow away.

Dean moved closer to my bed and I could feel the uneasiness rolling off him. "Don't worry we made sure Nerin was taken care of."

I nodded and half smiled, hoping he would understand my gratitude.

"We left you here and went back to see if the driver and car were still there." Sam finished as if that was the end of the story.

"Well…" I said looking at them both, "What did you find?"

They both exchanged glances with each other as if they were deciding whether to lie or not and finally Sam replied, "Well, we found the car, but no one was inside. There was a lot of blood, but we lost the trail." Sam looked guilty after saying that, and I wondered what he wasn't telling me.

"You mean whoever shot me is still out there?" I asked in honest disbelief. By the looks of it they were skilled cops and I had high hopes that they would of killed him.

"Alright, enough questions." Dean grumbled, his irritation evident in his body language. "You have some explaining to do. Last time I checked run-aways don't normally have an assassin or whoever that was after them." Dean stood over me now, and I felt very intimidated. "Start talking."

I began to panic as I tried to think of what I should tell them. Something inside me decided the truth, but it had been so long since I shared that. "The truth?" Sam nodded encouraging me to go on. "You wouldn't believe me."

"Oh, believe me, we have heard of some pretty crazy stuff. You can tell us the truth."

I can't do this! What if they are real cops and will put me in the loony bin? What if they try to take Nerin away from me?

"Okay… well I am… I am… I am not human."

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