Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Supernatural. They are all Kripke's creation.

Thanks to my beta, Shannon! A special thanks to blue peanut m and m for helping me to flesh my story out more and for all your suggestions!

Chapter 6

TWO WEEKS LATER

"Coffee break." Charlize waves two coffees in the air.

"Hi, Char," I said.

"Charlize." Bobby answers from behind me.

"Hi, guys. How's Sam doing today?"

"No change." I try not to sound too disappointed but when it comes to Sammy it's hard to keep my emotions in check.

Charlize takes a few steps closer to Sam's bed and leans in close to his ear. "Sam, I hope you wake up really soon. Your brother and uncle really miss you."

"So Dean how about that break?"

I open my mouth to speak but Bobby suddenly becomes my mouthpiece. "He'd loved to."

Damn, I was going to say no. What if Sammy comes to and I'm not here?

"Where will you two be?"

"The courtyard. It's on the first floor."

"See you two later. If anything changes, I'll give you a holler."

As Charlize begins to stroll down the hallway, I give Bobby a dirty look and he shoots one right back at me. You really need a break he mouths to me before I head down the hallway to catch up to her at the elevator. Once we step off the elevator, we walk down two corridors, make a right and exit the hospital through a side door.

A large stone fountain is situated in the middle of the courtyard. At the top of the fountain is a lion's head spouting water out of its mouth. Beds of yellow and red tulips are planted behind the various wooden benches scattered around the area. Trees are strategically placed so that each bench is blocked from the sun's rays.

After we sit on one of the far benches, Charlize offers me one of the coffees. "You like yours black right?"

"How did you know?"

"I'm a trained professional. I notice such things."

"Oh, really? You must be really sharp to notice that from one breakfast."

"What can I say? It's a gift."

I briefly smile and continue sipping my coffee. An awkward silence falls between us.

"You remember the pep talk I gave you the first time we met."

"Yeah."

"I didn't tell you the whole truth. I was speaking from experience. When I was about seventeen, I was out with some friends. It was raining very hard. My friend was driving too fast and the car flipped over. Everyone else walked away with a few scratches and scrapes but I wasn't so lucky. I was in a coma for almost a year. The doctors kept telling my parents that my case was hopeless but they refused to believe that. Eventually they took me home and took turns caring for me. They hired a physical therapist to keep my muscles from wasting away. When I did finally wake up, my recovery wasn't a walk in the park. I had to relearn how to walk and talk again but I'm living proof that a person can recover from a horrible accident like that."

"Thanks for telling me that. I really needed to hear that. I've been trying to stay positive for Sammy but it's really hard."

Char puts her hand on mine. "You know you don't have to be the Rock of Gibraltar all the time. It's normal to feel the way you're feeling. My parents went through the same thing."

"How did they get through it?"

"They did a lot of praying."

"Unfortunately I'm not the religious type."

Char smiles at me. "You don't have to be. I have you covered. I say a prayer for you and Sam every night."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." She looks down at her watch. "Unfortunately I have to go my break's over." She rises from the bench.

"Thanks for being my sounding board."

"I'm sure if the shoe was on the other foot, you would do the same for me. I'll see you later."

"How about I walk you to your floor?"

"Sure."

Author's note: I am thinking I will probably try to finish this story in two or three more chapters but I will just have to see. Sorry it took a while for the update. I normally do all my writing at night but this new supplement I am taking to combat my fibromyalagia makes me sleepy.