The doctors said I was good to go once all the tests came back. Before we're all actually discharged Bobby makes it to the hospital. He talks to the boys outside before he comes in to talk with me.
"Hey, munchkin, how ya feelin'?" He asks after giving me a hug and kissing me on the top of my head.
"I'm okay." I whisper because my throat still hurts from screaming. "How's Baby?" I ask, already knowing the impala is in rough shape.
"I told Sam we should cut our losses and sell 'er for scrap."
"Bobby, we can't." He holds up a finger to stop my freak out.
"Sam convinced me otherwise, and I brought it home." I relax into the pillows. "So, where were you sitting in that mangled mess anyway?"
"I sat behind the driver's seat. Dean was laying on my lap." He nods at my answer. "I was thrown out the door and blacked out."
"Alright, kiddo, you guys are gonna be out soon." I nod in understanding.
"We need to get John's body." I say.
"Don't worry about that. I gotcha covered." His smile is sad as he leans forward and places a kiss on my forehead. He stands up before heading towards the door. "You should get some rest before we leave." I nod in agreement as I hunker down in the hospital bed and try to take a nap for a little while.
"Shel," I hear. "Shel," I hear a bit louder. "Shelby!" My name is loud in my ear, making me sit up in the hospital bed. I look to the window and see that it's dark outside.
"Jeeze, how long was I asleep?" I ask, rubbing at my eyes.
"About five hours." Says the person who woke me up. I snap my head to look at them. It's Dean, and he's already in regular clothes. "They finally discharged us and they let Bobby take dad's body." I nod. "Bobby brought us fresh clothes to change into." He says as he places a small pile of my own clothes on the edge of the bed.
"Alright, I'll go change so we can get out of here." I say as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and grab the clothes before heading into the bathroom. I strip out of the hospital clothes before putting a new pair of underwear on, then a pair of light wash jeans, then a bra and a graphic superhero tee I haven't worn in years. There are no socks or shoes, so I head out to the room. Dean is just looking at me with a look I have seen many times before. "What? is my old highschool look turning you on?" I giggle. He snaps out of his stare and shakes his head.
"No." He answers defensively.
"Suure." I drag out as I walk over to the bed. "Socks or shoes?" I ask. He jolts like he just remembered something. He reaches into one of the pockets on his jacket to pull out a pair of mismatched ankle socks. One is a neon pink, and the other is black. Another thing I did when I was in my teens. "God. What shoes do you have for me?" He bends down to the floor and picks up a pair of black combat boots. "At least I like combat boots." I say as I hop on the bed and put the socks on before lacing up the boots how I like, tied half way up with the upper half folded over to reveal the fur lining on the inside. They used to be my winter boots and they are super comfy. Once everything is how I want it, I stand up and face Dean. "Ready?" I ask.
"Yeah." he answers, but he doesn't move to leave. Maybe now is when he'll say what he wanted to say in person. Sam did tell me about everything that happened with him and Dean, but he said that Dean didn't remember any of it. Maybe he remembered something.
"Is there something you wanted to tell me?" I ask. He comes over to me and hugs me tight.
"I love you so much, Babe." He says. My breath hitches as I hug him back.
"I love you too." I say back. I don't know if he actually remembers it from when he was a spirit, but I won't ask either. I just want to live in this moment for the rest of my life. Reluctantly we pull apart. He gives me a peck on the lips before we walk over to the door. Outside I see Sam holding a leather jacket out to me. It's a matte maroon color. I take it from him when he holds it out to me, and I put it on.
"Alright boys, let's go." I say. "Lead the way." I have only been in that room, so I have no clue where anything is. Sam starts down the hallway, and Dean and I follow him. I look over at Dean and lace my arm through his before resting my head on his shoulder.
We make our way to the bottom floor and see Bobby waiting out front. He takes us home to the junk yard, and I silently pray for help through this emotional time in all of our lives.