Disclaimer: So I own nothing that you recognize in reading this(no matter HOW much I wish I had my own personal Dean Winchester). The only thing I do stake claim to is my lovely Carmen Davis who is chalk full of attitude and kick ass badness at times. Please enjoy.

Chapter 2

It had been a rough month and a half since Carmen had split her partnership with John. Carmen had just gotten done with a case involving a shape-shifter and had decided to take the rest of the night easy. She went out and bought herself a nice meal, went back to the motel and took her a nice long hot shower, and then finally slipped beneath the sheets naked. Carmen had been asleep for a couple of hours when her phone started to sing the country song Old Red.

She reached out and grabbed her phone. "Do you have any idea what time it is Bobby?" Carmen mumbled into the phone. "Carmen? Where you at?" Bobby asked her. Something about his voice didn't sound right. "Naked in bed. Why?" Carmen asked a little bit more awake. His next words had her out of bed like it was on fire. "John and his boys were in an accident. They are in the hospital. John and Sam are fine. Dean is touch and go right now. So far he is stable but comatose." Bobby said in a sad voice. Carmen got dressed and asked him for the address. Carmen hung up with Bobby saying she was on her way. She grabbed her ugly duffle bag, strapped it onto the back of her bike and spun out so fast she smelt burning rubber.

Carmen had gotten John's fake name and room number from Bobby right before she got to the hospital. She gave the nurse the name of the patient she was there to see and was allowed to pass. She ran down the hall and slide to a stop, grabbing the doorframe so she didn't miss the room. She looked through the door to see John Winchester in all of his crappy glory laying in the bed with his arm in a sling. Carmen took a quick inventory of his injuries and began to silently cry.
"You stupid bastard! What did I tell you?!" Carmen choked out looking at John. John looked up to see a sight he had truly missed. Carmen was dressed in a pair of dusty ripped up jeans, her combat boots, a green t-shirt, and her leather jacket. Carmen stumbled over to the bed and collapsed into the chair by the bed. She had folded her arms on the bed, placed her head on her arms, and had begun to cry in earnest.

She felt John put his good hand on her head and gently pet her hair until she calmed down. "And you destroyed the Impala!" Carmen exclaimed as she threw her head up after she had calmed down. "How is Sam and Dean?" She asked finally looking up at his with her shiny, red hazel-green eyes. "Sam is fine physically. Just some cuts and bruises. Mostly worried about his brother." John said taking a deep breathe. "Dean, on the other hand, is not so good. Completely comatose as the moment. Flat-lined a couple of times." John said with a sad look in his eyes.

A few minutes later Sam walked in. Carmen excused herself and went in search of Dean's room. She found him and walked up to his bed. He had wires and tubes, cuts and bruises everywhere. The monitors said that, at the moment, Dean Winchester was stable. Carmen had heard that if you spoke to someone who was comatose, they could hear you. 'Worth a shot.' she thought. Carmen leaned over and put her lips against Dean's ear.

Dean felt something soft against his ear. He could almost swear he felt breath too. "Great. As if I'm not freaked out enough." Dean said out loud. Dean had woke up in a hospital to look into a crowded room. And he was on the bed. And nobody hear a word he yelled at them. And on top of that, there was some kind of monster in the hospital. "Dean. Dean, can you hear me?" Dean heard in his ear.

"What the hell?" Dean said heading for his room. "I hope you can. Because if you can't then I am not only doing this for nothing, but I am pretty sure I look like I am molesting you." Dean heard the voice give a light laugh. It was a nice voice. Feminine. Soft. "I need you to fight, Dean. Fight to get back to your body. Stay away from it, Dean. You can't let it take you. If you let it take you, you are giving up. If you don't fight, Dean, you are leaving Sam and your dad and Bobby. They need you, Dean." the voice continued to say.
Dean got to his room and the first thing he noticed was the nice ass that was bent over his bed. He then looked at the rest of her. From the back all he could see was her boots, jeans, jacket, and long wavy blue/black hair. He walked into the room and over to the other side of the bed, shocked at what he seen. Carmen Davis, his dad's recently ex-partner, was the one whispering in his ear. Unlike the other times, Dean got a good look at her this time. He hair parted to her right, which explained the hair curtain from behind, she had a pretty skin tone. It was a mix of white and tan. Like a cup of coffee that had too much milk poured into it. She had long black lashes that cast a dark shadow over her closed eyes, which he knew to be hazel-green.

He had gotten a pretty good look at her body the day she had broken it off with his dad, and he had to say, from what he seen there was a hott little body hiding beneath her tight clothes. "Dean, please. Try to come back I know that your dad doesn't show it, but he loves you so much. He regrets bringing you and Sam into this life, but he thought it was for the best. So don't prove him right by dying on the job. I know I said that family is leverage, but they are also what keeps us going. So come back so John and Sam and Bobby have another reason to keep going." Carmen said pulling back slightly. She looked at his face intently for a minute for she placed a soft kiss on his forehead, and then surprised him further by placing a soft kiss on his lips. She then put a hand against his cheek, closed her eyes, and put her forehead against his. And then she whispered one last time. "Please come back to us, Dean Winchester."

Carmen walked back to John's room but Sam was nowhere to be found. "Where's Sam?" she asked as she sat down with two cups of coffee. "Went to go get me some supplies. One of those for me?" he asked looking at cup she wasn't sipping out of. "These are mine. I finished a case with a shapeshifter and got a total of about four hours of sleep before Bobby called me about the accident. And then I made a eight hour drive in six. So no, these are mine. You want one, go get one." she said getting comfortable.
"By the time you finish the first cup, the second one will be cold." John reasoned. She smirked.

"Touche, good sir." she said handing him the second cup. She smiled at his face when he took a sip. She took a sip of her coffee and then looked down into the black liquid in her cup. "I went to go see Dean. He was stable when I left. But you said that he flat-lined twice already. I am afraid something might be after him, John." she said looking up into his face. "He will be okay. Don't worry about him, Carmen. I got it covered." John said. It was something about the way that he said it that she didn't like.

"What are you planning, John?" Carmen asked eyeing him. "Don't worry about it, Carmen." John said not looking her in the eyes. "You're planning something. What is it?" Carmen said getting up from her chair. "Did you think I wouldn't find out, dad?" Sam said storming into the room with a bag in his arms. "This stuff is to summon a demon." Sam said slamming the bag down. Carmen looked from the bag to John and back to the bag. "I am going to get some food. I'll be back in thirty." Carmen said pushing off of John's bed and standing straight. She pointed a finger at John. "Don't do anything stupid until I get back." she said as she left.

Carmen back into the hospital and found John's room empty. She walked to Dean's room and nearly dropped. Dean was awake. Awake and completely healthy from what she could hear the doctors saying. She looked at John and found him smiling at Dean with tears in his eyes. After everyone left the room John whispered something into Dean's ear and whatever it was was enough to shock Dean.

John turned to see Carmen standing in the doorway. He walked over to her and hugged her. "Take care of my boys, Carmen Davis." she heard John whisper in her ear. He let her go and walked back to his room. Carmen watched him walk away and went to quickly check on Dean. "So how you feeling?" she asked keeping a close eye on his face. He still seemed to be thinking about whatever it was that John had said to him. When he didn't answer, she turned and walked to John's room. Only to see Sam drop a cup of coffee and run inside.

Carmen ran to the door only to stop and turn stone cold inside. John was inside the room, laying on the floor. Sam was shaking him but he wouldn't move. Carmen jumped into motion and ran towards John and Sam. She slid on her knees before she reached John and tried to get him to wake up. She told Sam to get help while she pressed her ear to his chest to listen for his heartbeat. She felt herself pale when she heard nothing.

"John. John come on!" she said attempting to give him CPR when a doctor and nurses rushed inside. They forced her away from John and pushed her into Sam's arm. Carmen started to fight to get back to John. "What did you do, John?" Carmen said in a panicked voice. Sam noticed that she had gone deathly white, her eyes were glazed over and focused on the body of his dad, and she had started to fight his hold on her to get back to his dad. Sam grabbed her around her waist with both arms and lifted her into the air, where she started kicking to get back on the ground, panicking even more.

"WHAT DID YOU DO, JOHN?! DAMN YOU, WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Carmen screamed, still fighting Sam. Sam decided to take her to Dean's room and tell Dean what had just happened. Sam walked into Dean's room with Carmen telling him to put her down so she could go back to his dad. Sam tossed her a few feet and closed the door behind him and stood in front of it so she couldn't leave.
Sam told Dean that he had found their dad on the floor in his room, dead. Carmen attempted to get past Sam twice but after being told no she began to pace the floor, wide eyed, thumbnail between her teeth, and started to mutter to herself.

After twenty minutes of the hysterical panic attack, her system couldn't take the shock anymore and shut down, causing her to crumble to the floor in a dead faint.