Because of all the questions I decided to continue this story. I'm hoping this will solve what had happened and I hope you continue to read and enjoy! I don't own supernatural and Pete Porter. Christina Winchester is the only one, besides Aliyah, that I own the rights.

Chapter Eight: Bittersweet Reunion

The rhythmic beeping and the smell of soap made my eyes slowly open. The bland hospital walls were lined with light coming from the window. I wanted to say something but something was stuck down my throat. I heard the beeping speed up and I saw faces coming into focus. The feeling of something sharp entering my arm making me cringe with pain. Everything started to blur the faces started to disappear.

~SL,PP~

I remember driving down the long highway my radio turned up as loud as possible as loud to make even my oldest beg for it to be turned down. I looked down at my speedometer and would make Dean impressed. My mind buzzed with the adrenalin, but it also it buzzed with questions. Questions about everything that I did after I got back to South Dakota. Why I picked a fight with my brothers as if they were vengeful spirits that were out to get me.

My cellphone kept buzzing in my front seat. Dean's name kept popping up. Of course ignored it. I was giving them a taste of their medicine. I knew I was being a drama queen ignoring my older brothers but I had to get away. I hated that I wanted to get away. I felt sorry for myself. I was being petty.

"What are you doing?" A sweet voice asked. I turned and saw the same girl from four months. Her large brown eyes and raven hair cascaded down her back like a veil as she turned and looked at me. I turned back to the face the road turning sharply as a deer jumped from the side. I felt myself flying through the air as my wheels left the streets. My world was now spinning before things turned black and silent.

"Yes...sorry," the voice was familiar but I thought maybe it was a concussion. He couldn't be alive. It was a punishment. "I'm needing an ambulance. There's a woman here that is injured. Looks to be in a drunk driving accident." Drunk? Oh shit I forgot to get rid of those bottles of whiskey out of my car. I knew never to drive drunk. I knew it was foolish of me to do so. I only used those bottles to help me sleep. To numb the pain of failing an innocent. "Please hurry."

I felt his soft warm touch on my shoulders as he unstrapped me from my seat belt and carefully dragged me out of my car. I wanted to open my eyes but nothing responded. Pain erupted from body. I'm not dead? Was I not in an accident that should send me to either heaven or hell? My cellphone started to buzz and I could guess who was calling. And his voice spoke again sending shivers down my broken body.

"Uh...This is Dean right?" He was quiet for a minute before he spoke again. "Sir, your sister's going to be fine. She's just been in an accident. She was drinking and-" I wanted to chuckle, wanted to say it wasn't what it seemed. I would never drink and drive. I wouldn't do something that stupid. I was just speeding. It was a speeding accident nothing more. "Not a problem." I felt my eyelids flutter open and I was staring at the blue clear sky. Until I saw his face.

His brown eyes were full of concern as he bent down looking at me. I felt myself breathing heavy as fear surged through me as my Hunter's instincts kicked in. He was a ghost, maybe a Demon sent here to kick me while I was down. Cripple my brothers. I felt like the drummer boy in the old time wars. I wanted to scream and swipe at him, but all I could feel was pain. But his voice and his touch took away that pain.

"Calm down, Christina." His voice made my body stiffened as if he had put me under a rigorous spell. But soon I relaxed and my pain was numbed. But I still couldn't move.

"You..." My voice sounded weak and distant even in my ears. "You're..." I blinked back more tears mixed with pain and happiness. He was alive. His body was right here. His brown eyes held no signs of demonic procession. "How can you...be alive?" Memories of that night in the morgue flashed through my mind. The memories of his blood all over my hands and shirt. The tears I had shed for him.

"I don't know." He said as my mind started to spin as the ambulance started to move closer. "But now..." his voice seemed to fade as darkness began to spread across my vision. "We're even."

~SL,PP~

I walked into her room and looked at her brothers surrounded her. She was stable now. But she still had a lot of time to recover. We were all surprised to hear she had no alcohol in her system when they did a blood test. Even her brothers were surprised. But we all had the same question. What caused her to flip her car? Why she was heading here?

"Why was she alone?" I asked her brothers walking over to check her stats. The oldest brother, Dean, cleared his throat.

"She felt guilty after you...bit the bullet." He said he shifted in his seat. I couldn't tell if he felt uncomfortable being in the room, seeing his sister under a medicated coma, me standing here talking to them as if I known them for years, or all the above.

"How did you survive?" The other one, Sam, asked his eyes scanning me over. They already splashed me with 'holy water' after when I changed outfits they cut me with a knife, and after my six stitches they allowed me close to their sister.

"I don't know." That was a lie. I knew exactly how I survived. It was Alyiah. She was my guardian angel, sent by my dad after he had died. But how could I tell them that? Would they believe me? "Let's just worry about your sister, okay."

~SL,PP~

"Dean," Sam's voice was hurting my ears as if he was using a megaphone next to my ears. Was I hungover? I didn't remember drinking. "Why don't you go and get some coffee. Maybe even a sandwich."

"Sammy, our sister is fighting for her life." There was concern in his voice. Something I thought was long gone since the last time I heard from him. Has he forgiven me for leaving? "I can't just leave. She basically never left our side. She never left us she couldn't stand being apart from us and now here we are wanting to abandon her."

"Guys would you please stop fighting." Pete's voice was soothing like a mother's lullaby. I know it was a strange to combine those two together. "You're sister's trying to wake up."