Beep

Beep

Beep.

I opened my eyes and groaned. Light was streaming through a window on the far side of the white room I was in. I looked around and realized I'm in a hospital.

I blinked again. The world was fuzzy. I felt like I had downed an entire bottle of Benadryl. I tried to prop myself up on my elbows when I felt pain shoot up my side and through my chest.

"Ouch, That was a mistake." I hissed lowering myself down quickly. I looked down at my chest which was wrapped tightly with tape. I stared at the white walls of my room as I tried remembering what had happened.

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Pain. It was a heavy pain that came again and again and again.

Thump thump... Thump thump... Thump thump.

It was almost rhythmic- no it was rhythmic. The pain came and went in a steady tempo. It was like someone was punching me in the sternum to the beat. But all at the same time I felt numb, out of focus. Smothered.

"Come on, Sammy!" I heard Dean say urgently. At least I thought it was Dean, it sounded like him.

"Dean, I'm trying!" Sam growled angrily. "I don't know why it isn't working." Came his panicked and frustrated words. I felt two fingers cover my nostrils and another push back my chin. Soft lips covered my mouth as two gusts of air forced my lungs to expand. The fog cleared for a moment before I was smothered again.

"You're not pushing hard enough!" Dean cried.

Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump.

"Dean I could break something which could make it worse!" Sam argued.

There was a hand on my face… it was different...rough. "Rebecca Williams," There was a harsh whisper in my ear. "The one that got away."

"Well, try anyway!" Dean told his brother. There was no reply. He either nodded, or shook his head.

Thump! Thump!

The voice continued, "My sweet Noctem. Why did it have to end before it even began?"

Thump! Thump! Thu-

CRACK!

I felt something snap and my body was flooded with pain. I screamed bloody murder... Well, I tried to at least. It came out as a gargle. I began coughing and clutching my side in agony. Water rushed passed my lips as my diaphragm spasmed and pushed it out of my lungs.

The presence was gone, and I could see again. The first thing I saw was Sam, he was leaning over me. Dean was by his side.

Tears streamed down my face. I hadn't felt pain like this since I fell down the stairs when I was seven.

"Damn't Becca. Don't ever do that to us again." Dean scolded the relief evident on his face.

"Are you ok?" Sam asked. His hair was sopping wet and clung to his face. But I didn't answer, I couldn't. I just held my chest and gasped through the pain.

It was kinda fuzzy after that, I remembered being rushed to the ER but not much else.

I turned to stare at my IV, careful not to move in any way that would ache. There must have been three medications, as well as the saline hanging up on the IV stand. I groaned again, 'Well this is just perfect, I keep getting hurt, and at this rate I won't make it through half of season one.'

I heard footsteps in the hallway outside my door and I turned to look. It was Dean leaning on the door frame, a cup of coffee was in his hand. I smiled, there's squirrel.

"Hola," I said lightly. Now where's moose...

"How're you feeling?" He asked looking guilty.

"Like someone was dancing on my chest." I grimaced. "At least I'm on some very strong happy pills."

"Yeah," He nodded, "The nurses said you were on Vicodin... You ended up breaking two ribs."

I sighed, then winced at the twinge the gesture caused. "I'm sorry..." I started.

"Why would you run in after him? Why did you have to slip?" He asked me, I could hear his thinly veiled frustration.

"Why wouldn't I run after him? That's what we do. Saving people, hunting things, the family business," I answered flatly.

"Not your family business." Dean reminded me.

"Yeah well…" I trailed off. Neither of us spoke for a moment.

"I know how much that kid meant to you." I said to break the silence.

Dean shifted his weight to his other foot. "He means just as much as any other person we save Becca."

I scoffed, "Don't do that. I know you like the back of my hand. That kid meant something to you. Don't lie to me."

"Oh right," he huffed. "Because you can read minds," he said sarcastically.

I just sighed and shot him a tired look.

"I know you Dean. It's not that I can read your mind, but I know I'm boy hits home in ways you're afraid to explain. I know It's weird that I know so much about you, and you know nothing about me. I'm sorry about that... but you should listen to me sometimes." I sighed, "And I promise you I will help you through the chaos that is your lives."

He scoffed, "That's just it! You keep hinting at something big, and if it involves me and my brother, I damn well wanna know what it is!"

"Basically? Murphy's law."

Dean gave an extremely frustrated sigh. I decided this conversation was over... Even though, deep down, I knew he'd never truly trust me until I gave him a straight answer.

Then a question popped up in my mind. "What happened? With the ghost, I mean." I said, "One minute I'm getting dragged down by a pair of slimy arms, the next the water lights up like the fourth of July."

Dean frowned, "The thing is... I have no idea. It was like a flash bomb went off, and then the water went still."

I furrowed my brows, 'weird.'

Somehow I found myself picturing what a smiting would look like underwater. I shook my head, no that's ridiculous. The angels don't even know that I exist... At least I hope not.

"So, the ghost is just... gone?" I asked.

"Exactly. Almost like it was never there," Dean reported.

I frowned. This was definitely going to come up later. Almost nothing was ever a coincidence, at least in this world.

"Where are my things?" I asked him after a second.

He shrugged, "The dresser beside you."

I tried to look over while moving as little as I could. A twinge of pain ran through my side. I hissed, 'well that didn't work.'

But yes, there was a dresser beside me.

"Could you grab me my phone?" I asked him.

He nodded reluctantly, and went over and retrieved my phone from the top drawer.

He handed it to me. I smiled at him, before turning it on.

It seemed to be unharmed. There was an alert. I tapped on it.

It was a note.

Hey me,

Bet you feel like crap. I'm sorry, I didn't warn you, but… you know; Time continuum and all that. But hey, I got you free ice cream. It's rocky road. It should be at your room in about ten minutes or less.

You're welcome,

Future you.

I chuckled at that. "Well that's nice."

"What?" Dean asked in confusion.

"A note from my future self." I replied, "She got me ice cream."

"How does that work?

I shrugged, " 'Dunno… though, it is something I'd do. It should be here soon."

"Yeah?" He implored, not looking convinced.

I just laughed.

A minute later, Sam walked in holding ice cream cones. Three to be exact.

"Hey guys," he said, "Guess what they were handing out in the cafeteria?"

Dean's jaw dropped, and Sam shot him a weird look.

"Let me guess," I started, "Mine is rocky road?"

Sam frowned, "How did you know?"

I smiled cryptically, "hah, I dunno'... call it a hunch."

he shrugged, "Well whatever, here you go. Doctor said you could have some." He handed it to

me.

I shifted, I needed to sit up... "Where's the bed control?" I asked.

It was on the foot of my bed. Sam grabbed it for me.

"Thanks," I told him. I reclined the bed until I was sitting in at an upright position.

When I moved more pain shot through me. I groaned, but began to eat my icecream. I suddenly hoped I would get my next dose of vicodin.

"So, not too shabby for a salt and burn huh?" I joked. Sam raised his eyebrows incredulously. I sighed. "I suck at this," I complained, "I'm a total damsel in distress! The only way it could be worse is if I was a mary sue!"

"Come on... You aren't the worst. I mean you were way too reckless, but you aren't the worst," Dean remarked. "At least it was a clean break. The first time Sammy here hunted he got his leg sliced open."

"Really?" I asked. "They didn't mention that in the show."

"Yeah, I've still got the scar," Sam said.

"Seriously though..." I pointed at my right temple, "here."

Sam made a confused face,"What?"

"That's where you put the bullet if I ever become a mary sue," I whined.

I then returned to my ice cream.

Sam turned to Dean and asked with a raised brow, "Just how much Vicodin did the nurse give her?"

"Not enough," I grumbled.