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Chapter 2: In my Time of Dying Part 2

I walked down the stairs asking if anyone heard me. No one. I sighed and headed straight to the nurse's desk, next to a man who was also trying to get her attention. It seemed odd to me that she wasn't responding so I tried my nurse. She didn't respond to me either.

"Hi," I said taking a chance. "Um, are you…"

He turned to me and I widened my eyes. Holy smokes. He was Dean Winchester. The one in my dreams and premonitions I kept having.

"Oh my God. Dean Winchester."

"Yeah, and you are?"

"I'm Kaylee. Kaylee McGrath, a psychic, well maybe a dead psychic. I was in a car accident, same one you were in!"

"Shouldn't you be devastated?"

"Oh yeah, I mean, I totally am, but this is wicked."

"But you can see me?"

"Yeah. So I guess we're both in like limbo right?"

"Yeah…right," he said.

"Sorry, I know I can come off a little strong sometimes. I just can't believe this is happening."

"Death?"

"All of it."

"Oh," he said. "So why are you here?"

"Oh, uh, well, I was trying to save you and your family from dying. I had a premonition that you would die."

"A what?"

"Premonition, you know, like see the future-"

"I know what that means, my brother…wait, are you…"

"No, I'm just a psychic. Not attached to any entity you hunt," I said.

"That's really creepy," Dean said. "Please stop doing that."

"I'll try," I smiled at him.

"So….we're here, we both can see each other."

"Yeah. What do you think it means?"

"I think we're like what you said, almost in limbo," Dean said.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked. "How do we get better?"

"I don't know." Dean said and walked back up the stairs where he woke up to his dying body on the bed. I followed him into it. We looked at my body, which didn't really seem as bad as his.

"I should've been a pretzel," I said. "I guess I got some angel looking after me huh?"

"Yeah…." Dean said doubtfully.

"Let's go to your room," I said and pulled him along to where we saw his brother looking over at him. Sam looked so beat up and cut from the crash and looked a little sad and forlorn.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"My brother," he said and stepped further into his room. "Sammy, you look good considering."

"Oh no," Sam said as he looked at his brother in bed covered in tubes and IV's.

"Man, tell me you can hear me!"

"I don't think the living can hear us."

"Yeah but my brother is special," he said.

"Is he a psychic too?"

"Kinda," Dean replied. I gave him a look. "It's complicated."

I nodded slowly at him.

"How's dad? Is he okay? Com on, you're the psychic! Give me some ghost whispering or something."

"Unfortunately it doesn't work like that," I said. Dean glared at me and I just stopped talking.

"You're father's awake," the doctor said walking inside. "You can go see him if you like."

"Thank God."

"What about my brother? And there was a third party involved too wasn't there?"

The doctor nodded. "Yeah, her name's Kaylee. She's still asleep, stable. We're hoping she makes a speedy recovery. She really got lucky. There must be some angel watching over her. And as for your brother, well, he sustained serious injury. Blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma, I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema."

"Well what can we do?" Sam asked.

"Well, we won't know of his full condition until he wakes up. If he wakes up."

"If?" Sam asked.

"I have to be honest," he said.

"Oh screw you, doc, I'm waking up," Dean said.

"Most people with this degree wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard but you have to have realistic expectations."

"Come on Sam. Go find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on me!" Dean called out to him. "Sam?"

I placed a hand over Dean's shoulder and suddenly felt my body leaving him. "Dean?"

"Just stay calm, I think you're…"

"Dean!"

I panicked as I turned into this weird bright light and then suddenly found myself back into my body and in my own hospital bed. I woke up with a deep breath, coughing and pressed the button beside me for a nurse to come help me.

~*SPN*~

I wasn't in the best shape, but I was eating again. That was when my door knocked and I looked up to see Sam all of a sudden the next day.

"Hey, uh, you're Kaylee McGrath right?" he asked.

"Yeah. You must be Sam Winchester," I smiled at him.

"Must be," he said.

"So when did you find out?" I asked.

"Dean told me through a spirit board," Sam said. "And the doctor said you were going to make a speedy recovery. I'm glad you're okay, but what made you do that?"

I nodded. "I couldn't let you two get hurt. Or the truck driver for that matter. I had to intervine. It's in my nature to help people. Always wanted to, felt like I had to you know? Like something just told me to do it. I don't know what but something. I know I must sound crazy but I think we're meant to work together."

Sam shook his head. "Far from crazy, in my world that's relative," he said.

"Yeah, I bet." I nodded at him. "How's your brother doing?"

"Still not awake yet," he said. "But we're working on it."

"I hope so. He seemed nice," I said.

"Nice?" Sam asked.

"Well, it just seemed like he wanted to help me too. I could tell that was in his nature, something instilled in him," I said. "Instilled in both of you."

Sam nodded. "I guess you can say that."

"Look, I don't know what brought us together, but I'm a psychic and in my dreams I see myself saving innocent lives with two brothers, the Winchesters."

"No, that's out of the question. It's too dangerous out there," Sam shook his head.

"I've got nothing better to do," I said. "You can train me. You can help me learn what it's like to be a hunter. I know what you do, Sam. Just think it over, okay?"

"I'll think it over, but when my brother wakes up, we're out of here, and you're going home," Sam said.

I sighed. Sam walked out of my room then. And it was just me alone in my own room.

For the next day, I started to try and heal myself. I'd go to sleep and relax and checked in with my doctor to make sure everything was back to normal. I seemed to be okay and the doctor couldn't believe my miraculous recovery. I wanted to know what had brought me back to life because I was sure I was going to die at that moment. Something brought me back. I didn't know if it was an angel or what but I was in more belief now than ever that I had to be with the Winchester's. How could I get Sam to turn around?

My physical therapist came in ready to help me walk again. It was later in the day that Sam came to me seeing me up and walking.

"Hey," Sam said, a little sniffily.

"Hi," I smiled up at him. "I got my own two feet…." But I stopped talking and slowed down. Something bad happened. I could see it in his eyes when he looked like his puppy had been hit by a car or lost a… "Did Dean…"

"No. He's awake, um, it's my father. He died this morning."

"Oh my god, I'm sorry," I said walking over to him, letting go of my physical therapy.

"Thank you. And um, it just made me realize some things…Dean and I talked about you and how you two met and it seemed so sudden you had left him. Neither of which we think was normal either. None of this makes sense. But maybe it will. Maybe we'll get some answers, and in order to do so, we should stick together."

I nodded. "I agree. So….are you heading out?" I asked.

Sam nodded. "Yes. We are. We're leaving town. We've got work to do."

I gave him a small smile. "Yes we do."

~*SPN*~