Well, this is painfully short, but I've had a pretty tough last couple of days, and I don't think the next week or so is going to be any better. So...just a heads up.

~Christianne

Nikki POV

I woke up with the sun warming my back. I groaned as I sat up, stretching my arms over my head.

"Mornin'," Dean said from the table. I raked my hair back as I looked over at him; reading the paper at the table with a coffee mug in front of him. I got up from my bed, stretching again as I got a cup of coffee for myself.

"Found a job?" I asked, leaning on the counter as I held the coffee cup with both hands. I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to massage the muscles out of a headache.

"Yeah, maybe." Dean said, shrugging a little, but not really paying attention. I guess it my own fault. I mean, I was only dressed in a hoodie, some shorts and a pair of bright blue footie socks. So why wouldn't he have his eyes glues to my legs?

I looked up from my coffee as I heard a monstrous yawn and the sound of cracking joints and knuckles. Sam sat up from the sofa and ruffled his hair as he stretched his arms over his head, giving me a pretty nice view of his flat, toned, tan stomach.

"Hey Nik? Think you can make more of that Cephalalgia? Gettin' a headache." Sam muttered as he got up from the floor and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door before I could answer.

"Twenty bucks he's gonna take a cold shower." Dean chuckled, taking a large bite of a doughnut. I rolled my eyes at him.

I looked in a white bag on the counter, and pulled out an old-fashioned glazed doughnut and sat across the table from Dean. "So…" I trailed off as I picked at the round pastry.

"About-About when you were out at the hospital." I started, again.

Dean groaned and rolled his eyes. "For the last goddamned time Nik, I don't remember anything!" I frowned and popped a piece of my doughnut into my mouth.

"What's so important about when I was Mr. Comatose anyways?" Dean asked, looking genuinely curious under his frustration.

"Uh…Well…" I glanced at the closed bathroom door, hearing the shower turn on. "You where…Sorta…Pulling a Swayze." I used his own term for lack of a better one.

"Pullin' a Swayze…" Dean repeated, trailing off, then dropped his mug on the table. "You mean my spirit was wandering around that hospital?" He hissed at me across the table.

"Uh…Yeah." I mumbled, picking at my doughnut.

"Why the hell didn't you or Sam tell me?" Dean asked, his voice raising.

"Sam doesn't know!" I snapped at him, making him sit down. "I was the only one who could see you all spirit-like and I didn't tell anyone!"

He seemed to calm down a bit at that, but still looked pretty pissed off. "Well? What happened?"

I proceeded to tell him everything that happened, save for the whole 'Hots for Sammy' thing. He stayed quiet for the most part, listening. He laughed when I told him about that I kicked him out of his own hospital room for humming a Led Zeppelin song.

When I was done, I sat back in my chair, playing with my fingers. Dean didn't say anything; he just stared at me.

I heard the shower turn off.

"Can…Can you not tell Sam?" I asked hesitantly, peeking up at Dean. "Please?"

Dean finished his coffee and nodded. "Fine." He grumbled as he stood up.

"You better start that Cepha-somethin' crap." He muttered, grabbing the hotplate out of one of the bags. "We're leaving right after you finish…The stuff stinks."