Kayla was left in charge of telling their story to the police. She was pretty sure by the end of the conversation the officers were convinced it was a miracle they happened upon those kids in the basement and weren't concerned about much else. After answering their questions she went to Dean's room, her presence stopped whatever serious conversation they were having and she tried to raise some of the tension.

"So you weren't paying attention that day in science class huh? Water plus electricity…"

Dean managed a smirk but didn't answer, it must be worse than she thought.

"You ok? How do you feel?" She didn't have the energy to hide her concern for him.

"Like crap, but…"

"Do you need anything?" Kayla cut him off, not sure she wanted to hear the truth yet. "I'm gonna get you some water." She pointed at Sam. "Don't be mean to him." He smiled before she left the room.

"I think you've got a fan." Sam bat his eyes at him. "Can I get you anything? Fluff your pillow?"

"I got something you can fluff." Dean grinned.

Sam laughed in response, thankful for the brief change in atmosphere. "Oh could I?"

Kayla returned with a glass of water in hand that she'd taken from a nearby room. Dean smiled at her when she handed it to him.

"Thanks Kayla." He saw Sam roll his eyes. "For the record, he was mean to me while you were gone."

She punched Sam in the upper arm and he feigned a pain response. Dean seemed satisfied with it.

"My bodyguard man, she'll mess you up."

He looked bad, it was the first time he looked weak, broken even and she wondered what his prognosis was. People get electrocuted all the time right? Still, she waited until he'd fallen asleep to ask Sam about it in the waiting room.

"What'd they say?"

Sam took a breath and prepared himself to say the words out loud. Dean had done it so easily…I'm going to die. Like he was giving him a grocery list, like it was nothing.

"They said there's nothing they can do."

It wasn't what she wanted to hear. "What the hell does that mean?"

He was a little relieved that someone else was pissed off too. "The shock damaged his heart beyond medical repair, the doctor said he had a couple weeks maybe." He shrugged, finally making the decision that this wasn't going to happen. "But um, you know, I'm not just going to sit and let that happen."

"What do you plan on doing?" She questioned.

Sam paused in thought, he hadn't quite gotten that far. "I don't know. I don't know right now, but, there are just so many things out there that we know about, supernatural things, he can't just die. Not after all this."

Kayla nodded a little and made her own decision: she was in this, she was going to be there for them. "How can I help?"

"Let's do some research."

Three days later she was still hunched over her laptop with a sore neck and aching knees. She let Sam use the only desk in the room and he was obviously exhausted, physically and emotionally. Poor guy was just trying to save his brother and she wished she had more to offer.

"You should get some sleep Sam, I'll keep looking." She didn't get a response, so she got up and gently placed her hands on his shoulders. "Sam."

The touch brought him back and he looked back at her.

"Rest, let me keep looking."

He shook his head and looked back at his computer; there was no way he was giving up without an answer. He would do something to save him.

"Thank you, really, but he's my responsibility."

"I know, and he's going to be ok."

It was only said in support, but it made him feel better to hear it. "I think I found something."

Without explanation he started back clicking through pages on his laptop. She sighed quietly but couldn't blame him; if she were in the situation she wouldn't leave it up to a stranger either. After she'd stretched her legs she grabbed one of the reference books Sam left on the bed for her to go through. As she opened the cover there was a knock at the door. Sam was already moving before she could think to so she looked back at the book.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

When she heard Sam's question she looked up, shocked to see Dean standing in the doorway. He had changed into street clothes and looked even weaker, she wondered why they'd discharge him in his condition. He probably snuck out.

"I checked myself out." He struggled through the doorway and leaned against the wall.

"Are you crazy?" Sam demanded.

Dean was unphazed. "Well I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot." He looked to Kayla on the bed. Did he just wink?

She brushed it off. "I think Nurse Julie liked you."

"Not really my type."

"You know this whole, I laugh in the face of death thing is crap. I see right through it."

"Yeah whatever dude." Dean sat on the bed next to Kayla and gave her a charming smile that was enticing, even through the rough exterior. "Hey."

She smiled softly, saddened by his condition. What a waste. "Hey."

"Don't even look at me like that." As if to prove himself wrong, he coughed forcefully and rubbed his chest. "I should be enjoying my last few days or whatever. And on that note…"

Sam interrupted him. "I found a specialist for you to see Dean, in Nebraska."

"Nebraska huh?" He didn't take his eyes off Kayla.

"Yeah, alright. Specialist, got it." He sounded less than enthusiastic.

His gaze forced her to come up with something to say, awkward as it was. "You look a little rough, you probably shouldn't have left the hospital."

"Hey you guys look worse than I do."

"We need to get going." Sam reiterated the urgency of the situation. He was right of course, no one knew exactly how long Dean had. They needed to get moving.

"Actually, could you give us a minute?" Dean smirked and looked back at Sam. "Maybe like an hour."

"Dean, you're not going to die." Sam didn't have time for Dean to sow wild oats due to impending death. His brother went this long without sleeping with her and she couldn't be a distraction now.

"So?"

Kayla let out a laugh and pushed him lightly. "Sam's right, let's go."

With a groan of pain he shifted onto his feet to stand again. "Buzz kill."

It was both amusing and disappointing that he'd waited until death was knocking to actually hit on her. Once they saved his crazy ass she was holding him to it.