Sam grips your body tightly as he practically jumps out of the impala and runs into the E.R. A nurse saw you in his arms and yells to get a bed. She runs over and starts asking him questions, but he is too panicked to answer. A bed rolls over and Sam lays you in it, tears streaming down his face. The nurses ask him to step back, but he refuses to leave your side. After some arguing, Dean is forced to rip Sam away from you.

They head over to the waiting room, were Dean is unable to sit still so he paces back and forth. Sam sits in one of the chairs, both biting thier nails nervously.

"Excuse me?" A nurse taps on Deans shoulder. "You're with the girl who was brought in a bit ago correct?"

This gets Sams attention "Yea, is she alright?" Dean asks seriously.

"They are still running tests, I was wondering if i could ask you some questions."

"Yea, sure." He follows her to the desk and Sam stands.

Sam ignores their conversation and resumes pacing were Dean left off. Biting off another nail, he switches fingers. A hand is rested calmly on his shoulder, getting his attention with a slight jump. He turns and sees a man about Deans height, but with much less hair and a sweater-vest.

"I'm sorry about your girlfriend, bad things always happen to the best people." Sam gives him a weird look, then realizes that must be what Dean had told them.

He sighs and turns to the man "She's strong, she'll be fine." He reasures himself out loud.

"Then why are you so stressed?" He asks calmly.

"Because she probably got a concussion, a few broken ribs, and is still recovering from a sprained ankle!" He growled at the man.

Dean walks over to Sam, pushing on his shoulder for him to back off "Calm down Sammy, she will be fine. Now who are you?" He turns to the man.

"My apologies, my name is Mike. I am a grief and trama specialist."

Dean gives him an angry look "Well, we'll make sure to call for you when that happens, but it won't be today, and it sure as hell wont be here surrounded by people she doesn't know."

*Time skip brought to you by Sam's magical locks*

A loud rythmic beep rings across the room as you slowly regain consiousness. Your throat burns and there are wires all over you. You open your eyes and try to look around, only to see a tube going down your throat. Ignoring that, you dart your eyes across the room to a table, covered by 12-13 empty cups of coffee. You feel a movement next to your thigh, only to glance down and see Sams tired head rested on the edge of the bed. Smiling, you lift your tired hand and stroke his head, twirling his hair around your fingers.

The door slides open to an obviously exausted Dean carrying more coffee "Alright Sammy, I've got more-" he stops when he sees you. "Son of a bitch." He smiles at you and sets the coffee down.

You look at him with pleading eyes, him understanding and walking out to get a nurse. You stroke Sams hair once more before he wakes up, slowly stiring and rubbing his eyes.

"Ugh, Dean? What time is it?" He asks, still groggy from his nap as he looks at you "Oh hey (Y/N)." He stops at his comment and does a double take, looking at you in surprise then switching to pure relief.

Dean comes back in, followed by a team of nurses "Hey Sammy! You're awake! Thank Cas's dad huh?"

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Blah blah 10 o'clock at night blah blah tired blah blah half-ass job, deal with it! I will look over it later.