Groggy and with your vision blurred you woke up. The sound of repetitive beeping filling your ears. You shook your head and tired to lick your lips, only to find them dryer than you ever felt them before. You groaned, attempting to open your eyes.

Bright blinding lights forced your eyes to close again. "Y/N?" You groaned in answer. "Just relax. Okay? Here."Strong arms reached behind you and lifted you up helping you into a sitting position.

"What?" you croaked. You reached your hand up to scratch at your eyes, only to find the IV in your hand keeping you from doing as you wanted. Annoyed, you tried to pull at the cords. Sam placed his hand on yours to keep you from doing that.

You finally looked around the room, the white starkness of the room. You could see the table where Sam had made his home. A few books were stacked on the table, a phone, and his laptop that looked as if he attempted to shut it.

Sam sat down in the chair next to you. "You were uh- attacked." Sam gave you a pleading look, a look of worry that made you confused. "Dean and I managed to find you just in time to bring you here."

"The hospital?" You asked, taking another long slow look around the room. Your head felt foggy and disoriented, but you could tell that you were at the hospital, it made since with with IV drip and heart rate monitor beeping at you. "What happened?"

"You suffered from sever blood loss and a few organs were damaged." Sam answered. You searched your body, pulling down the thin blanket and trying to pull at the gown you were wearing. "Y/N, please relax."

You looked up at him, standing over you with pleading eyes. You did as you were told, removing your hands and placing them at your sides. Sam sat back down, running a hand through his hair and sighing. He took a moment, closing his eyes and breathing in slow deep breaths before he opened them back up and looked at you.

"We weren't sure you were going to wake up. You've been out for days now. Dean's out searching for some supernatural cure to help you. I should uh- I should call him and tell him you're awake." Sam fished through his pockets for his phone, only to come up short and turn around to the table. He gripped the black brick in his hand tightly.

You shook your head, trying to process what Sam was saying. The drugs were obviously working, because everything seemed off. "Cure?" You asked.

"Well the witches got to you. So we weren't sure if modern medicine was going to cure you or not." Sam's voice was small, something you hadn't been used to hearing since you met him. He always seemed to tall, confident and loud, and now everything was so different.

"Oh."

"Hold on, I'm going to go call Dean real fast. Just... stay put." Sam stood and quickly left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

You sighed, and remembered that you wanted to search your body. You lifted your gown slowly, cringing at the pain. You had no cuts, no scars, no bruising, and yet everything ached as if it had been poked and prodded. You tried to hear Sam, but all you could hear was the steady beeping that told you you were still alive.

"Mrs. Y/L/N?" a new voice asked, slowly opening the door into your room. A man walked in, with a lab coat. With the added clipboard even your groggy mind knew he was important. "I'm your doctor, Dr. S. Good to see you awake." He sat down on the corner of your bed, crossing his legs and arms. His face was soft, as if the words he was going to tell you next were bad. "I just need to ask you a few questions and then I can let you rest. How are you feeling?"

You sighed, "Tired. Loopy. Groggy." you pulled your blankets up, covering yourself because you were starting to feel vulnerable.

"That's just the pain medication." Dr. S laughed. "Does anything hurt?" He flipped a few papers up, his pen at the ready to jot down whatever you were about to tell him.

"Only when I move." Which you attempted to do. You groaned as you tried to sit up straighter.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Dr. S asked.

"No. The last think I remember was sitting in my," You paused. Did you want to tell him you were in a hotel room? No. You wanted to keep your story as normal as possible, with with the least amount of questions he could possibly ask you. "My room. Then I woke up here."

"Well according to the tests we ran over you while you were asleep, you sustained internal damage as if you were in a very bad car accident." He looked up from his clipboard, his serious face on. "You don't remember that?"

"Car accident? No? I don't. Not at all." Panic rose in your voice, had you been in a car accident. You were telling the truth about how the last thing you remembered was sitting in the hotel room, bored out of your skull needing air. But had you left?

"We don't really know how to explain what happened." Dr S stood now, setting the clipboard in his place. "Your internal organs were the only ones hurt. Everything else seems to be fine." He picked up the board, searching a few pages before looking up at you again."You did suffer from blood loss as well, but we pumped you full of some nice O+ and you are good to go. We want to keep you for another night, but after that you can leave in the morning."

"Okay." You nodded.

"Do you have any family we can call? Someone to come pick you up?" He asked, and your eyes went straight for the door.

You wrung your hands in your lap, growing nervous. Again your eyes shot to the door, Sam had been gone for so long you realized now. "I uh- I might."

"Okay well Nurse Bryan is going to come in and take your readings, ask you for some insurance, and you can give her the number of someone we can call." Dr. S gave you a small nod and made his way towards the door.

"Yeah okay." You mumbled as he walked out the door.

X*X

You woke up, just as groggy as before. The beeping seemed quieter, and the bright lights in the room seemed to be dimmer. You could hear Sam's voice, soft and gentle from the table. You peaked, opening one eye and searching for him. You followed the sound of his voice, trying hard to pay attention to what he was saying. Was he reading to you?

"I had bought my ticket and was waiting for the LA bus when all of a sudden I saw the cutest little Mexican girl in slacks come cutting across my sight. She was in one of the buses that had just pulled in with a big sigh of airbrakes; it was discharging passengers for a rest stop. Her breasts" Sam cleared his throat, nervous even though he had no idea you were actually listening.

"Stuck out straight and true; her little flanks looked delicious; her hair was long and lustrous black; and her eyes were great big blue things with timidities inside. I wished I was on her bus. A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite directions in this too-big world."

Sam sighed, sliding the book over the table and running a hand down his face. "Were you just reading Kerouac?" You croaked.

Sam laughed, jumping to his feet and bringing a cup with a straw to your lips. "Yeah I was. Hope you don't mind. Reading helps me stay calm, and I thought I'd share with you."

"I like Kerouac." Sam helped you sit up again, allowing you to hold the cup in your own hands. "What happened earlier, you took off and never came back." The ice water was like heaven against your dry lips mouth.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Dean was on to a lead with your case and I stepped out to talk to him about it without prying ears. The doc said you could go in the morning as long as you were okay." A rather large and goofy smile spread across Sam's face. "That's good, right?"

You nodded, setting your cup down and patting at nothing on your lap. "You know you really gave Dean and I a scare Y/N. Leaving the room was pretty reckless." Sam sat down, pulling the chair closer to your bed so he could rest his elbows on it. He interlocked his fingers, using them as a table to rest his head on.

You scratched at your arm, holding it close to you as you suddenly felt so small next to Sam. "I don't remember doing it."

"What do you remember?" You didn't know, but Sam was using his interview voice on you, his puppy eyes that were stirring your insides and making you actually want to spill your guts to him. It was a gift, one Sam used on the daily and thanked he had because it always seemed to make his life a little easier.

You sighed, "Being left alone and bored in that hotel room."

"Yeah. They can get pretty stuff some times." Sam laughed, leaning back in his seat. His fingers still remained interlocked, but his shoulders seemed to rest easier now. "But Y/N someone is looking for you. Someone is hunting you. That room was the only thing keeping you safe."

"I know. I get it. But Sam, I just lost everything. I have a bag to my name and nothing more. I couldn't sit still in that room." It came back to you now, in little flashes. Walking down the side of the street, the park, running into your friend. "I-I had to get some air. Clear my head. And I completely forgot about witches and all things scary. I was thinking too much about not having a home. No more Christmas's, birthdays, or thanksgivings. No more late night calls home when I need advice. No more place to run to when shit hits the fan. Its all gone Sam. I am all alone." by the end of your speech you were yelling and you hadn't meant to. One had rest in a fist at your side while the other pointed a stern finger in Sam's face.

"You are not alone." He said simply. He reached for your fisted hand, wrapping one of his large hands around it. A sudden calmness washed over you, a sort of tingling buzz from your hand quickly washed over your whole body and time seemed to slow.

You ripped your hand away from Sam's, and the feelings inside of you went with him. The world was spinning at a normal pace again and you were reminded exactly what was going on around you."You and Dean don't need to take me on. Some basket case with 2 bucks to her name." you crossed your arms over your chest and looked away from Sam. Those eyes were going to be the death of you, and you already knew how weak you could be right about now.

"Well I have a G.E.D and a give 'em hell attitude and that's what keep me going." Dean said, leaning against the door frame with his ankles crossed. He gave you a playful smirk when you faced him, and entered the room completely. Shutting the door behind himself until it clicked and he could lock it.

Sam huffed, "Dean, I thought you weren't coming till morning."

"I wasn't. But I made it back earlier. Found some things. Things Y/N needs to hear. And I figure if she has an episode as least the nurse can pump her full of morphine and make her sleep it off for a while here." Dean flipped through the first few pages of the book Sam had been reading earlier. His eyes quickly scanning a page. He took the chair on the other side, kicking his feet up and bending the book to mold into his hands.

"Dean." Sam said, bringing Dean's attention back to the room. Sam nudged his head towards you, a move you were sure you weren't supposed to have seen, but you did. And it was confirmed when Dean's eyes flicked from his brothers face to yours and back.

"I'm kidding. Sort of." He said, indulging the the book once more.

Sam cleared his throat loudly. Dean once again pried his eyes from the book to his brother. "Care to share with the class Dean?"

Dean threw the book on the table and brought his feet back to the floor. He leaned in close, rubbing his hands together in front of him. "Y/F's/N was next in line to get the promotion. But so was Claire Stone. Ring a bell?" You shook your head no. "Well. I guess she's been working for the company for years, longer than anyone else years. I think we got a bitter woman taking out revenge."

"That's a pretty thin lead Dean." Sam sighed.

"There's more." Dean sat back, "Every male who as been in the running for a promotion in the last 5 years has died mysteriously. Sometimes the spouse and a kid or two get caught in the cross hair too. I think Y/N here was just home at the wrong time and Miss Stone needed to take care of her for seeing what she saw."

"Okay." Sam said, on board with the theory now. "So Claire Stone. Got an address?"

"Already scoped the place out. Clean as a whistle." Dean leaned back again, kicking his feet on the table and setting his hands on his lap. He looked around the room with disgust before he went back to looking between Sam and you.

Sam was growing annoyed, "Nothing?" he asked. He had fully turned his body towards Dean now, showing you the back of his head and torso. The drugs were kicking in and making you feel tired but you fought it. Wanting to know more about the case.

"Nothing." Dean confirmed. Which earned a loud huff from Sam who sat back in his chair the right way. "But the neighbors say she spends a lot of time at some place called 'Shout!' So I thought we'd take a look there."

"Its a start." Sam's eyes met your half closed ones. Even though he was itching to get out there and solve this case he couldn't bring himself to leave your side. Sure him and Dean had hidden hex bags all over the room like before, but something about this place made him unable to leave you. "But we can't till tomorrow right?"

"Right." Dean understood, he too didn't want to leave you alone for that long. Who knew what was going to happen. Last time they left you you wandered off and got yourself sent here. "So Y/N how you feeling?"

"Tired." You yawned, as if you needed the added measure. "But the pain seems to be gone." You lifted your arms above your head with ease now.

Both brothers spoke at the same time, "Good."