A/N: And here is the next update for you all.

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"No, Bobby everything is fine now, I mean other than a nagging soreness in my side...everything is fine. The doctor said that I should heal just fine. Also, sorry about not calling you yesterday, after I woke up. I just felt really tired...thought I would take another day to sleep."

"It's fine, Nad. You need to get as much rest as you can. I still can't believe you got shot on a job. Dean and Sam should have kept a better eye on you."

Natalie let out a light sigh. "Bobby. It wasn't their fault, okay. It's bad enough I still see the guilt in their eyes. I was the one who decided it was a good idea to walk off. If you should blame anyone, it's me."

Bobby sighed heavily on the other end of the phone. "Yeah, well, that's just you being your usual self. I'm just relieved that you're alright. I'll tell you one thing, that injury will leave one hell of a scar."

Natalie hummed and ran her fingers over the part of her hospital gown that covered the stitching on her side. "I guess. I was bound to get some sort of battle scar anyways." She said, letting out a small laugh.

"This is not something to take to lightly, Nad."

Natalie rolled her eyes. "I know Bobby. I already had this conversation with Sam. I'm not trying to make it seem like I don't care...I just want to move on from this and get out of here."

"I know you do. But, just a little more time and you'll be out of there. Sam and Dean there?"

"Uh, no. They went back to the motel so they could clean themselves up. They deserve to have some time to relax—or at least, take a shower and maybe eat something."

"We all can just relax now, knowing that you're going to be fine."

Natalie nodded silently and sucked in a breath, remembering something she wanted to ask him. "Hey, Bobby. Did you by any chance tell Mari or my aunt about what happened?" Natalie asked, her voice pitching to a questioning tone towards the end.

A silence was all she got from the other end and her eyebrow raised in speculation at Bobby's silence. "Bobby?" Natalie asked.

"Nad. You know I can't keep something like this from them. They had to know about it."

Natalie closed her eyes and sighed heavily, her hand pressed against her forehead. "Bobby..."

"Nad don't start giving me crap for it. You know that they were going to find out sooner or later."

Natalie rested her hand in her lap. "Yeah, I guess. Just not ready to get an earful from them...especially Mari."

"Well, I told them to give you a few more days of rest before they decide to talk to you."

"Thanks, Bobby."

"No problem, kiddo. I'm gonna let you go now. You still sound exhausted."

Natalie smiled. "Alright, Bobby. I'll talk to you soon." Natalie ended the call and placed the phone in her lap. She let out a breath and looked around the room, since there was nothing else she could do. She was still weak, so they wouldn't let her get out of the bed and stretch her legs.

Natalie sighed heavily, leaning herself against the pillows and began to tap her fingers against her leg. She didn't realize how easily bored she got without Sam and Dean around. They always managed to keep her in some sort of conversation that made time go by fairly quickly.

She continued her senseless tapping in an attempt to relieve her boredom, and though it helped take away some of it, Natalie began to find herself becoming agitated from just sitting in her room in complete silence. She used to actually like being by herself, it was something that she constantly ensured the past few months after her mother and brother died. But, now she was craving being near Dean and Sam, especially Sam.

After their little conversation the day before, his words had been bouncing around in her mind. But, she could still feel the disappointment she felt when called her his friend, and that in itself was still confusing her. Especially, when Sam started behaving differently after the doctor finished checking her. It wasn't something that she could have missed, but she chose to not say anything about it.

Natalie settled her head against the pillow and took in a deep breath, wincing at the irritating pain from her side. She gently pressed her hand against her side, when her head perked up at the sound of voices approaching the door, and there was no mistaking that it was Sam and Dean.

"Dean, I thought you said you wouldn't mention it again."

"I'm just saying Sammy. You really need to think about it."

"I already heard you the first time, alright. Thanks to what you said earlier, I can't stop thinking about it."

"Good. You need to come up with an answer for yourself."

Natalie's brows furrowed at their little banter, thinking of a possible explanation for what they were talking about. The door to her room opened, and she pulled herself from her little mental deductions, and gently sat herself up in bed. She smiled to Sam and Dean, "You guys look a lot better after having a little rest."

Dean smirked, "Yeah and taking a good shower just makes it all the more better." Dean pulled over a chair and sat down next to Natalie's bed.

Natalie nodded and looked over at Sam, seeing a tense expression on his face. She eyed him warily, "So, what were you two talking about in the hallway before coming in here?" She asked, turning her gaze back over to Dean.

Dean let out a breath and looked over at Sam, seeing him slowly shake his head, then looked back over to Natalie. "Uh, it was just...a little conversation Sam and I were having. No big deal."

Natalie eyed Dean skeptically and moved her attention back to Sam, seeing that he was avoiding her gaze and she could feel her expression fall. "Okay, then."

Dean had watched the small interaction and could feel a small agitation forming towards Sam. He knew that Sam was continuously denying what he really felt and it was hurting both him and Natalie. Dean cleared his throat and leaned against his chair. "So, did you talk to Bobby yet?"

Natalie nodded, immediately drawing herself from sulking in her disappointment and hurt. "Didn't really talk to him for long, but at least I called him. Also, found out that he did call Mari and told her what happened. Can't wait to hear what she has to say about all of this."

"Has she called you yet?" Dean asked.

"No. Bobby told her to let me rest for a few days, which, I am really grateful for because I don't have the mental stability to talk with her right now." Natalie said, her eyes focusing on Sam as he pulled a chair up and sat down next to the bed. "So, I never asked you two. How did the job get handled? You know, after we left."

Sam let out a breath and rubbed his hands together. "Jake and his dad were able to get the authorities out there. All of the men have been taken into custody. They're going to pay for what they did to all those people—and to you."

Natalie nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. "Yeah, well, the people that they killed deserve all of the justice."

Sam leaned forward in his chair, "Nad. What exactly happened when you wandered off? I mean of course you got injured but, what happened?"

Natalie let out a heavy sigh and shrugged her shoulders. "I was checking out one of the houses, and when I reached the kitchen I found one of the victim's wallets, knowing that it could be of some use to us. Then, I heard something behind me and when I turned around, there was a guy with a gun pointed at me. And then..." Natalie's voice trailed off as she shook her head, "...he shot me. There was a moment when he stood over me and I seriously thought, he was just going to kill me right then. I tried calling for you guys but...I couldn't do anything. So I just prepared myself for the worse—that's when he walked away. He just left me there..." Natalie looked up at Dean and Sam, seeing that their expressions were painfully tense, and she could feel her heart clench at the guilt she saw in their eyes. "...and that's when you guys found me."

"We were so close to just ganking that son of a bitch on the spot." Dean offered.

"At least he and the other guys are in custody now. They can't hurt anyone else." Natalie answered back. "Where are Jake and David?"

"They actually came here, but you were still knocked out from surgery. They wanted to stay but they got a call, so they needed to leave." Sam answered.

Natalie nodded slowly. "I'm gonna have to call them later. Tell them thank you."

"How are you feeling otherwise?" Sam asked.

"Sore. And tired." Natalie replied. "Can't wait to just get out of the hospital."

"Well, you still have a little bit more time before you can get out of here, Nad." Dean offered.

Natalie sighed and rolled her eyes, leaning back against her pillow. "Yeah. I know." Mentally she was preparing herself for the agonizing recovery that was to come.

The time went by agonizingly slow and Natalie felt like she was going to lose her mind being cooped up in this room any longer. It was endless checks from the nurses and doctor, plus taking the antibiotics was annoying to her. It was safe to say that Natalie definitely doesn't like hospitals anymore.

The past week had been nothing but painful recovery for Natalie and even had to have her stitches redone a few times. Mostly due to the fact that walking with a healing injury like that took its toll on her body. And it really only takes one wrong move to open up stitches, which she learned, much to her annoyance, first hand.

Natalie pulled down the bottom of her tank top and picked up her sweater, carefully sliding her arms through the sleeves. She pulled the jacket close to her body and zipped up half way as she heard a small knock on the door. "Come in." She said, gathering the rest of her clothes and shoving it into her bag.

Sam and Dean walked into the room, both happy to see that she was still doing well, being back on her feet. "How are you doing?" Sam asked.

Natalie continued putting her clothes in her bag and smiled. "Better. Glad to be leaving now and to get back on the road."

Dean bit the inside of his cheek and rubbed his chin. "Yeah, about that. You aren't exactly going back on the road...to another job at least. We're taking you to Bobby's so you can finish healing."

Natalie stopped her movement and then quickly twisted her body around to face them. "What?!" She called out only to bend over slightly, her hand holding her side, remembering that she had to be more careful with her stitching. "I really need to stop making sudden movements." Natalie straightened her back, keeping her hand against her side. "Why do I have to stay at Bobby's?"

Sam gave Natalie a look. "Because you aren't healed completely Nad. We're not going to let you go on any hunts in this condition."

Natalie sighed annoyingly, her attention still focused on the burning sensation coming from her wound. "I guess it's what I need...even though I don't like it."

Dean hummed to himself. "I'm surprised you are not putting up your usual argument."

Natalie smiled to herself and laughed. "That's because I really don't have it in me to argue with you boys. Because, you two will win this particular argument."

Dean nodded in approval. "Well, good. That means there won't be any hassle with you then." Dean walked over to the bed and picked up her bag. "I'll go put this in the car." Dean walked past Sam, casting him a look that Natalie saw but couldn't read.

Sam stared at Dean briefly, not saying anything to him as he walked out of the room. Sam turned around and walked into the hallway, bringing a wheelchair into the room. "Are you ready to go?"

Natalie glared at the wheelchair, hating the fact that she had to sit in this thing when she could walk perfectly on her own. Well, maybe not perfectly, but good enough to walk out of the hospital. She sighed and looked up at Sam, seeing that same tense expression on is face.

"Sam?" He looked up at her, the tension disappearing somewhat. "Are you alright? I mean the past week you've just been...really distant."

Sam rubbed his forehead and sighed. "Sorry. Its just...a lot happened and I guess...I'm still just a little bothered by it."

Natalie nodded and walked over to the wheelchair, stopping to look at Sam. "Listen, I'm sorry if my whole attitude towards this help set it off."

Sam's brows furrowed briefly before he started shaking his head. "No it's not that. There's just, a lot, on my mind right now. Things I need to...sort out." Sam said, thinking back to the conversation he had with Dean after Natalie had woken up.

"Is it anything that I need to know about?" Natalie asked curiously.

Sam gazed at her, his mind jostling with Dean's words. "...don't try and keep it down. It'll only hurt you and Nad." Sam found that he had been lost in his own thoughts and slowly came out of his clouded mind. He looked back down at her and sighed. "No. It's just something Dean and I were discussing. Not a big deal."

Natalie continued to eye Sam, seeing a small sense of hesitation in his eyes, and debated on whether she wanted to question him more or to leave it alone. After a brief moment, she decided against her questioning. "Alright." She turned around and gently lowered herself into the wheelchair.

Sam grasped the chair handles, feeling his body relaxing from a tension he didn't know was building inside of him. Having Natalie that close to him and her questioning made him incredibly nervous. Least to say, he was thankful that she dropped the subject for now. Sam let out a breath and began to roll Natalie out of the room. "Let's get out of here."

So I decided to just skip forward a little bit so that Natalie could get out of the hospital. It was a bit of a filler though. How did you all like it? Don't forget to leave me a review! Xx