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Chapter Two

I woke up the next morning to Sam giving me new bandages. He senses me watching him and smiles at me. "Hey Jay. Are you feeling better?" Sam asks looking over at me. I shrug, not wanting to talk. When Sam finishes, he helps me to my feet. "You need to start moving around." He says gripping my waist. Sam helps me to the kitchen and into a chair. "Coffee?" He asks. I nod. Dean walks in and squeezes my shoulder.

"How ya doin' kiddo?" He asks me with a smile. "Better than before," I tell him, "Hey, will you drive me to school today?" Sam insisted that I get an education. I go to the community college a few miles out of town. I had an important test that I couldn't miss today. Mostly I wanted to see my friends and boyfriend Eliot Webb.

"Jay your 23. Why the hell do you need, or want, to go to school?" Asks Dean eyeing me suspiciously. "I have tests today! Plus I need to get out of this place." I protest.

Dean eventually gives in and agrees to drive me to school. He helps me into the Impala after I say goodbye to Sam. We ride in silence until we roll up to the school. Dean pulls me close and noogies me. I shove him playfully and get out of the car. I grimace slightly but put on a brave face. "Pick me up at 8:00 would ya?" I ask Dean, leaning on the car door. "Anything you need." He replies with a smile. I close the car door. Dean waves at me and I wave back. I turn on my heels and walk into the building.

I walk into my first class feeling a little queasy. But I ignore it due to seeing Eliot walk up to me. He smiles his brightest smile and I can't help but smile back. He kisses me firmly on the lips.

"Hey Jay. How ar-" I had fallen to the floor. I pull up my shirt to see my bandages turning a weird color. Cold sweat beads on my forehead. Instinctivley, I pull out my phone and hand it to Eliot. "D-Dean" I stutter. Eliot is panicking. He yells at another student to dial 911. He presses a few buttons on my phone and puts it up to my ear. It answers after one ring.

"D-Dean. Help." I throw up. "Me." Before I can hear what he says, I pass out.

I wake up in a hospital. To my left, Sam sits holding my other hand. Dean is sitting in another chair, muttering angrily at himself. Sam sees me wake up and lurches forward, squeezing my hand tightly.

"Hey Jay. You ok? The doc said the wound got infected. With a few antibiotics, you should be ok." Says Sam with a small smile. I smile back and squeeze his hand. I look around the room for Eliot, but he isn't there.

"Where's Eliot?" I ask hoarsly. "He had to stay behind at school. But we promised to update him hourly." Says Sam, looking at Dean. I nod and look over at Dean. Whenever something happens to Sam or I, Dean always feels responsible. One time I got in a car crash and broke my arm. Dean still feels guilty about it. Even after I repeatedly told him it wasn't his fault. "Dean." I whisper reaching out my hand to him. Dean looks up and hesitantly, takes my hand.

"Jay, I'm so sorry. I should never had let you out of my sight with a condition like this." Dean says hoarsly. I shake my head. "This wasn't your fault Dean. You couldn't have known." I say. I let go of Sam's hand to give Dean a hug. He wraps his arms around me. I feel the silent sobs rack through his body. The thought of Dean crying brought tears to my eyes. I always saw him as tough. But when it comes to his family, Dean is very soft. I take a breath of his shoulder and let go. Dean wipes his tears and I pretend not to notice.

"Can we leave now? I'm ready to get out of this hellhole." I say with a slight laugh. Dean chuckles and Sam ruffles my hair.

The hospital didn't let us leave until the next morning. When it was finally time to leave, Sam helps me into the wheelchair I was forced to leave in. Eliot came to visit the night before, but had to class the next day. Dean pushed me out the hospital doors and into the fresh air. Sam opens the back door of the Impala and helps me into the back seat. "Thanks Sammy." I say smiling. He smiles back at me and closes the door. Sam and Dean climb into the two front seats. Dean looks back at me and smiles. "You comfortable?" He asks turning on some Metallica song. "Ya." I almost shout over the sound blasting from the speakers. Both Sam and Dean chuckle as we drive off.

The whole ride back to the bunker was full of laughter. I could tell Dean was feeling less guilty due to him cracking some lame jokes. I roll my eyes smiling. These are the moments I love spending with my assholes of brothers. These are the moments I want to remember when I die. I sigh knowing I might not have many more left.

Sam makes me go to bed when we get back to the bunker. I groan and say I'm not tired. But he doesn't believe me. I finally give in and collapse onto my soft bed. I hadn't realized how tired I was until I was on the bed. I fell asleep almost instantly.

I wake up in an unfamiliar place. I panic and frantically look around. I am in a run-down warehouse with sunlight streaming through the many windows. I realize that I am strapped to a table. A cart of tools stands next to me. A man whom I recognize as Eliot is looking down at me. He grins wickedly when he sees me awake.

"Hello Winchester. Are you ready to begin?" Eliots cackles. His eyes turn black.