I woke up and my head felt like someone had embedded a pickaxe in it. My gun shot wounds hurt, but not as bad as I had expected them too. I looked down and noticed I had an I.V in the arm that hadn't been shot and a breathing tube in my nose. My wounds were lightly bandaged and sore. I saw Sam sitting in the chair next to me asleep. "Hey," I said, but my voice came out barely a whisper. My throat was dry and it hurt to talk. Sam blinked open his eyes and looked at me. "Cassidy you're awake thank God. I thought I had lost you," he said giving me a hug. I hugged him back the best I could and smiled. He pulled back and offered me a glass of water. I took it and drank almost the whole thing before sitting it on the bedside table. "You should know it's gonna take more than a couple of demons to take me down." I told him. He gave me a huge smile glad I was feeling good enough to joke. "So how long was I out and how long till I can leave?" I asked.

Truth was I absolutely hated hospitals and I wanted out of here as soon as possible. "You've been out for a week. They weren't sure why you hadn't woke up or when you would wake up. You lost a lot of blood because of how long it took to get here, but the gun shots weren't really that bad. They took the bullets out and gave you a few stitches as well as a blood transfusion. Said you could leave when you woke up, just have to take it easy for a few days. I'm just glad I was here when you woke up," Sam said causing me to frown. I had missed Pamela's funeral and I felt awful. Wait why wouldn't he have been here? Did they go on a hunt while I was out? "Um why wouldn't you have been here?" I asked. Sam sighed and looked down. "Freaking angels babe. They took Dean and had him torture Alastair to find out who had been killing the angels. Turns out it was the angels themselves and I had to rescue Dean who almost died because the devil's trap broke and Alastair got free. Then they sent us into this weird reality where Dean was a big shot at some company and I was a tech guy. We ended up fighting a ghost and it was supposed to prove that the path we are on is the one we are meant to be or some stupid nonsense. Either way I didn't think I was going to be here when you woke up." Sam explained.

I sat there trying to process all of this. Those angels were about to get on my last nerve and unfortunately I had their blood in me from somewhere down the line. That reminds me I hadn't had the chance to tell the boys what I had found out. "Sam there's something I need to tell you," I said looking at him a little nervous. "What is it babe?" he asked grabbing my hand. I looked down at the bed as I replied, "Pamela helped me figure out where my powers come from. Apparently there was a Nephilim in the family and I inherited my powers from them. Seems whoever the angel was, he was pretty powerful and that's why powers were able to be passed on through the generations. I don't know how far back the Nephilim was in the family though." Sam gave my hand a reassuring squeeze and I should have known not to be nervous. Sam had demon blood after all, why would he care if I had a little angel? I felt surprise, understanding, and relief coming from the doorway. I looked up and saw Dean standing there.

"Good to see you awake Cassidy," Dean said. I gave him smile worried about him after what Sam had told me. "So you're related to the dickbags huh?" Dean asked after taking a seat in the other chair the hospital provided. I rolled my eyes and said, "Don't remind me." That earned me a small chuckle from both the boys making me smile. I was still curious as to whom the angel was that begot my family, but I wasn't too worried about it; at least I now knew where my powers came from. I had also figured, out on my own, what Alastair meant about them getting stronger the more I was around the boys or at least I thought I had. It was getting to where I could feel more than just emotions; I was starting to feel the things that affected them physically as well so I knew they were getting stronger. And they had been activated when Dean was raised from perdition, just like Anna being able to hear the other angels; so I surmised that being around someone saved by heaven and cursed by hell affected my powers. It was the only theory that made sense anyway.

"Let's see about getting you out of here," Sam said standing up. He went and asked a nurse to page the doctor on my case. About ten minutes later he walked in the room. "Glad you're finally awake. Let's take a look at your wounds and check your vitals before I let you go. By the way I'm Dr. Adams," he said. After unwrapping my wounds and checking them both, he checked my blood pressure and heart rate. "Well your vitals are good and your wounds look great. Should be able to get the stitches out in 3 days. Just make sure to keep them clean so it doesn't get infected. As far as work just take things easy the next 4-5 days okay?" Dr. Adams told me. I nodded my head letting him know I understood. I was glad I wasn't going to have to stay in the hospital very long. Dr. Adams left the room to go get my discharge papers so I took out my I.V, not wanting to wait on the nurse, and went to the bathroom to put some clothes on. When I came back out the nurse was standing there with my papers and a frown on her face. I gave her a sweet smile, but it didn't erase the scowl on her face. "Just sign here and you're free to go," she said handing me a paper. I signed and handed it back before walking out of the room; Sam and Dean hot on my heels.

I climbed into the back of the Impala ready to hit the road. "Someone sure is ready to go," Dean said smirking at me. "Yes I want food, a shower and to sleep somewhere that isn't a hospital with my wonderful boyfriend," I replied. Dean rolled his eyes while Sam gave me a smile. It wasn't long and we were on the road. We stopped and got something to go from the local dinner before heading to the motel. As soon as we were in our room I opened the container holding my bacon cheese burger and curly fries. I was starving and it didn't take me long to devour my food. "Um babe did you even taste it?" Sam asked once I was done and they were still eating. "Sorry, but I was hungry. You try not eating for a week," I replied. "She's got a point Sammy," Dean defended me and I smiled at him in thanks. "Yeah yeah, I've just never seen her eat like you." Sam said and I chuckled.

While they finished eating I went to take a shower. I wanted to wash the hospital funk off me and hopefully feel more like myself. The hot water felt good on my tight sore muscles. Not moving for a week had really put a strain on them. The water burned a little on my wounds, but I didn't mind I was just glad I was alive and not severely injured. Guess I could say I'd officially ditched death. I finished rinsing off and climbed out of the shower. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me; that was when I realized I didn't have any clothes. I opened the door and saw Dean wasn't at the table anymore; he must have gone to his room. I looked toward the bed and saw Sam laying there completely naked. I dropped my towel and walked over to him knowing exactly how this night was going to go.