Sorry for the delay on this story. Life has been hectic. We're in the process of buying a house; fun but stressful. A friend is in the final stages of her battle with cancer. She is the definition of "Fight Like A Girl" and I hate that life isn't fair.

This is a really short chapter, the next one is longer. Thanks for not giving up on the story!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Supernatural. I do not get any payment for writing these stories. I only claim my original character. **This has darker themes later in the story. Trigger warning**

CH 4 Too Deep

"Megan….Megan...Honey, there are so many waiting for you. Can you squeeze my hand? Just a little?" An annoying voice repeated this over and over to me. I just wanted to stay in my abyss, my nothingness. As I became more aware of the voices, I also became aware of more noises. And smells. I could smell something sharp, it almost stung my nose to smell it. A relentless beeping. Doors being closed, and laughing muffled and far away. Some voices got louder...

"The tests have been performed, and the results were a perfect match. He is her father. He has told me that he plans to gain custody, and I have to tell you now, the courts will favor the parent in this situation."

"This is insane! Where was he all those years she was shuffled in the system? We love her, we can't just let her go to some stranger!"

"You are her court appointed guardian, a foster parent. This is her biological family; it will be a hard case for you to make. You have to think what is best for her. The police report said that you and Megan were fighting before she ran off. What was going on Mr. McGill?"

"What are you saying? I can't believe you would ask me something like that. I'm finding your boss, this isn't going to happen!"

After that I heard a door slam and then quiet, except that beeping, took over. The darkness starting slipping in again, and I went gladly. Just hearing the voices had worn me out. I retreated back to my safe place.

"She is starting to wake up. She is breathing on her own, all signs are there. It's just a matter of time." Megan's doctor said to Dean. "She is a lucky girl. All things considered, it could have been a very different story."

Dean stood quietly, looking at the girl, his daughter, laying in the bed.

"Thanks doctor" Sam said, shaking his hand, " We appreciate everything."

The doctor nodded once and left the room.

"Okay… So this is good news!" Sam said as he squeezed Dean's shoulder. "She is going to make it. She's tough… Winchester tough."

Dean nodded his head, doing an audible swallow. "Yeah, she is.

"So Cas went to the bunker and got a room all set up for her. Her foster parents are coming in today to drop off her belongings. We will have everything set up. Just waiting on her to open those eyes."

At that moment that heard the familiar rustling of feathers. "Dean, Sam."

"Hey Cas" Dean said, not taking his eyes off of Megan.

Cas walked over to the bed, stopping by the head and laid two fingers on Megan's forehead.

"She will be waking up today. She is battling herself. A big part of her doesn't want to wake up. But she is stubborn. She will."

Sam let out a big breathe he didn't realize he had been holding. "Wow. Okay. This is good, good news."

"You already said that" Dean said, as he moved closer to Megan. He sat in the chair next to the bed, and laid his hand on hers. "She will wake up when she is ready. On her own terms. No forcing her to do anything until she is ready."

Cas took the hint and lifted his fingers off of Megan's head. He took a small step back and just observed the two. Sam stood at the foot of the bed, just as quiet.

A knock and the door opening was the next thing that they heard. The social worker and foster parents walked into the room. Each foster parent was carrying a bag.

"Mr. and Mrs. McGill are here to drop off Megan's items. And to say their good-byes to her." the social worker said she she shook Dean's hand.

"Here are her clothes" Mrs. McGill handed the suitcase to Sam. "And the other one is filled with books and the other things we found in her room." She said as her husband set the suitcase he was holding at the foot of the bed.

"That's all she had?" asked Dean looking at the two items.

"Yeah, well, she didn't really keep much. She was, is, a quiet thing. Always kept to herself. I didn't really get to know her very well."

She moved to the bed and laid her hand on Megan's blanket covered foot. She gave it a little squeeze "I'm glad you have a family now Sweetie." Giving a little pat, she turned and walked to a chair in the corner of the room and sat down.

moved towards the head of the bed and sat in the chair, opposite of where Dean had been sitting earlier. Leaning close to Megan's ear and grabbing her hand at the same time, he whispered "I'm really going to miss you Megan."

Just as he spoke the words, Megan jerked her hands, pulling them into fists, and opened her eyes with a gasp of air.