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Nikki POV

My vision was blurry as I felt myself being lifted onto something stiff.

"She passed out!" I heard someone say as a hand grabbed mine, holding on tight.

There were lots of people talking, but it was all muffled and the sirens where blaring. The hand was ripped from mine.

"No, no I'm fine! Just-Just take care of her!" Someone said loudly, over the rest of the sounds around me. The hand grabbed mine after that.

The two voices argued for a while. Two new voices started to argue at the same time.

"Sir, you have to go in the other ambulance!"

"Like hell! That's my brother!"

I felt my consciousness drifting again.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Annoying. That's the first word that comes to mind. That sound is annoying.

My face pinched before I opened my eyes.

I was in a hospital. The ER to be more specific.

The curtains where drawn around my bed and the heart monitor next to me. I felt the uncomfortable tubes around my face, going into my nose. I yanked them off as I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

I was still in my clothes. My once clean and comfy sweatshirt and jeans where now singed and streaked with soot and ash. Someone had taken my Converse off my feet, leaving me in my bright blue socks. I flexed my toes a few times before continuing my assessment of my physical state.

I had a bandage on my right thigh, which hurt to move. My left cheek and the left side of my neck hurt to move too. My palms where wrapped in gauze, and my ribs where tapped up tight.

"I don't care!" I heard Dean say sharply before the curtain of my little room was thrown back as he walked in.

"Hey Nik," he said, much more pleasant than he was just a second ago. "How 'ya feel?" He asked, leaning on the back wall.

I shrugged, wincing. "Ok. I guess." I said. My throat hurt, burned. Just like my lungs when I breathed. "What about you and Sam?"

Dean shrugged, tugging on his leather jacket. "Few cuts and scrapes for me. And they keep talking about how I got 'carbon monoxide poisoning.'" He said the term with a lot of sarcasm. "You and Sammy got it worse though." I looked at him expectantly. He rolled his eyes.

"'Ya both got that carbon monox-a-sumthin' and got a shit load of glass in your faces. Sam dislocated his shoulder goin' through the back door, you gotta pretty deep cut from the glass you went through." He rattled off, sounding bored. I nodded slowly and flexed my fingers a few times.

"Really, really I'm fine!" I heard Sam say, trying to sound as innocent and convincing as I could. "I just wanna make sure she's alright!" He said, sharper, but quieter, after a nurse tried to speak.

The curtain was opened again as Sam slipped through. And damnit he looked like hell.

Once side of his face was red and slightly swollen. He'd shed his jacket and button up, probably so the Ace bandage that was wrapped around his torso, shoulder and upper arm could be put on. Like Dean, his eyes were red and his clothes where streaked with soot and ash. Given all of that, he was still hands down the best looking example of the male gender I'd ever seen.

He looked pleasantly surprised to see me up. "How long you been awake?" He asked me.

"Few minutes." I said honestly.

"And…How-How are you?" He asked awkwardly.

I knew this was coming. I looked down at the floor and gave a small shrug. "As good as I could be, I guess." Neither of them said anything.

"I-I just don't get it." I finally said, looking up. "I mean, what happened to Olivia and Greg is too close to what happened with Monica and you guys to be a coincidence. But those where with babies…It-It just doesn't make sense." I leaned forward so I could rest my elbows on my knees and my forehead in my hands; I was feeling a little light headed.

"Uh…Nik?" Sam asked softly, making me look up. He shared a quick glance with his brother. "We-We have to tell you something."

From the way Sam and Dean where acting, this was big. "Uh…Do you-Do you remember what the demon said to you back at Monica's?" Sam asked awkwardly, trying to be gentle.

I nodded. "Yeah, yeah he said 'Well aren't you a surprise.'" I recalled, unsure where this was going.

"Well, uh, when Yellow-Eyes was possessing our dad, he, sorta…told us a few things." Dean struggled to explain, just making me more confused.

"He-He said he had plans for us," Sam said, frowning and looking down at the floor. "Me and you, I mean." He further elaborated, peeking up at me with those blue-green eyes of his through dark lashes.

"Me and you?" I repeated, my brows furrowing.

"And other kids like you." Dean put in.

"Other kids?" I repeated again. I started having to gasp for breath as a heavy feeling started to push down on my chest. I leaned forward again, my head dropping down, trying to get rid of the lightheaded feeling. It didn't help, but because I was swaying forward.

"Nikki!" Sam said, catching my shoulder before I tumbled to the floor, gasping for air. It was like I had a cinderblock on my chest.

"Ok! Both of you, out!" A stern faced nurse snapped, throwing the curtains open. "Sweetie, breath." She said softly as she held a plastic mask over my mouth and nose.

"Out." She snapped at Sam and Dean again. Dean gave her a harsh glare before leaving the curtain-room. Sam looked like he was about to leave too. My hand snapped out and grabbed the material of his gray t-shirt in a white knuckled fist. I couldn't really talk under the mask, so I looked at him with pleading, scared eyes.

The nurse and Sam shared a look before Sam pried my fingers off his shirt and sat in a chair across from my hospital bed. The nurse made me lay down, but I let my head loll to the side so I could keep looking at Sam. He gave me a small, reassuring smile.

I felt safer with Sam sitting

I'm pretty sure that I wasn't breathing in just oxygen I was breathing in through the mask, because in a few minutes my eyelids where getting heavy.

Not long after that I was asleep.

Or passed out.

Is there really a difference?