I'm sorry I made y'all wait this long for an update. I had writers block, and I was trying to decide where I wanted to go with the story. Thank you very much for reading, following and/or reveiwing my story, I really appreciate it. Again, I apologize for taking so long to update.

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Mellisa's POV

"You're not dead" a familar voice rang in my head. My eyes wildly scanned the white room trying to find the source of the voice, nothing.

"If I'm not dead then, where am I?" I hoped my voice portrayed the strength that I didn't have.

"I don't have time for questions." The voice grew more urgent, "I brought you here to tell you-"

"Tell me what?" I asked as I looked around. My eyes brimmed with tears as I hopelessly scanned the room. Suddenly the atmosphere shifted, the pure white walls began to swirl into gray and dark shadow began to emerge from the darkness and I knew was that this wasn't the same thing I was just talking to.

I fell to my knees, overwhelmed with pain. I felt like something was pulling out my insides. I tried to scream but, all that sounded was a muffled sob. I shut my eyes tightly. I tried to stand up, all I knew was that I had to escape, or fight back.

The unknown entity in the shadows chuckled, "You're a fighter. I like that."

I managed to reach my feet with trembling legs. Blood began to trickle from my eyes, "You haven't seen anything yet." I stated coldly. I felt like I was being controlled; this wasn't me.

The entity didn't respond, but I could feel it's gaze burning a hole into me.

Chills ran down my spine as I felt it's hot breath fanning across the back of my neck.

"Stay safe." It mocked, it's chuckle grew faint and the gray walls began to fade away into nothingness.

Deans POV

I stood in the doorway of Melissa's hospital room, I felt the air get sucked out the room. I walked closer to Melissa's bed, it was hard to see her attatched to a bunch of machines. As a hunter I've seen alot but, something this bad caused by another person? A family member? I pulled a chair beside her bed, and sat down. I held her small hand in mine.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, "I should have protected you."

Add her to the list of people I've let down, I thought. I mindlessly ran my thumb across the top of her hand. Thoughts ate at my brain, and what-if scenarios played in my mind. I have never hated anyone as much her dad. In my mind he was just as bad as the monsters I hunted. Thinking about him just filled me with rage. I was yanked from my thoughts when I felt Melissa's hand twitch slightly. I looked at her and met her bright blue bloodshot eyes.

"How do you feel?" Really Dean? How do you think she feels?

She laughed slightly, wincing at the pain in her throat.

Her voice was rough when she answered, "Like a got hit by bus."

General POV

Dean shifted his gaze, he didn't like seeing or hearing her in pain. Melissa noticed the look on Deans face, she squeezed his hand softly.

"It's not your fault I'm in here. You saved me Dean, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be laying here right now." She kept her voice low trying not cause uneccesary pain to her throat. Dean didn't say anything.

"Dean?" She asked softly. Dean met her eyes, "Are you okay?" No.

"Yeah." Dean bluffed, he didn't want to appear weak. He thought he lost Melissa, he was far from okay. Besides, Melissa was the one with the injuries, not him.

"When can I get out of here?" He thought she'd never ask.

"I'll get the doctor."

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