I came to slowly…feeling a distinct sense of dejavu. My brain felt fuzzy and confused, and my whole body felt achy and weird.

I remembered coming to previously, in the cabin in the woods, but I was pretty sure I'd gotten out of there…

I felt like there was something very important I was missing…and then it hit me.

"Emily!" I bolted upright, sending my brain and my vision swimming, "Taylor!" The girls were in trouble!

"Whoa! Whoa, take it easy Sammy!" There were hands on my arms gently, but firmly pushing me back down. I resisted, I had to help them!

"They're safe. You're safe. Look at me Sammy, focus!" I realised it was Dean, his face right up near mine, his calm but firm voice matching his hands on my arms.

I did as he asked, focusing on his face, the steady pressure of his hands, and the panic slowly began to subside.

Soon I had calmed enough to let him lower me back onto the bed below me. I also began to notice more of my surroundings…such as the fact that I was, in fact, on a bed. The walls around me were white, and there was a persistent beeping noise nearby that was slowing as I calmed.

I looked back at Dean, who was waiting with a look on his face that I knew all too well. The look of barely concealed worry. I was the cause of that look far too often.

"I'm in a hospital?" I asked, still trying to put together the events between waking up in the cabin and waking up in the hospital.

Dean's brow furrowed, but his voice was steady, "Yeah Sammy, you're in hospital. Gave us a bit of a scare, but doc says you'll be good as new soon."

I frowned in worried confusion, "The girls?"

"They're going to be fine too. They're keeping Emily in overnight to be safe, but the dislocated shoulder was the worst of her injuries. Taylor…her injuries are more emotional than physical, but she's tough, she'll be alright. They're both sleeping in Emily's room at the moment." He gave a fond little smile at the thought.

I nodded, wincing a little at the movement. At least both the girls were ok, and Dean was clearly ok. I could figure the rest out as I went.

"You in pain?" Dean asked, not missing the wince.

I shrugged, "Yeah, but it's fine." I now knew the fuzzy, weird feeling was probably the result of some good strong painkillers.

Dean continued to study me with concern, but he didn't argue.

I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment to try and wrangle my thoughts into order. I was now sure that Emily and I had escaped from the cabin, and then… The shifter, it got Taylor.

"The shifter?" I asked.

"Dead." Dean replied, "I'm going to do clean up shortly, I just didn't want to go until you were awake."

I smiled at him gratefully.

He was still giving me that look.

"I took a bad knock to the head, didn't I?" I decided there was no point skirting the issue.

He nodded, "Yeah. You…you were in and out of consciousness by the time we took the shifter out and headed to the hospital. Doc said you're lucky it didn't cause brain swelling." He gave a half-hearted smirk, "That hard head of yours is good for something."

I chuckled a little, then sobered. "I'm sorry Dean. Damn thing came out of no-where. I…I hardly remember a thing between him hitting me and waking up here…"

Dean swallowed, pushing down his emotions, "It's ok Sammy. We're all alive and the monster's dead, that's all that matters."

I nodded, "Yeah. Thanks."

"Anytime." He smiled.

I closed my eyes again, feeling suddenly exhausted.

"You rest now, ok? I'll be back soon." Dean gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze.

I nodded, already feeling myself start to drift. Everything was going to be ok.

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