I woke up to see Jensen asleep, holding my hand, and Jj no where to be found.

"Jensen?" I whispered, well tried to, it was more a breath than a whisper. I moved my hand so it rested on top of his, and reached over with my other hand, placing it on the side of his cheek.

"Jensen?" I successfully whispered. His eyes fluttered open, and took a minute to focus.

"Y/n? Y/n! You're awake!" He said, fully waking up, his eyes growing as wide as a deer in headlights.

I smiled at his reaction, he was overjoyed to see me awake. His smile stretching from ear to ear. His apple green eyes were warm and bright, filled with tears.

"I hope those tears are happy tears." I joked.

"You bet they are. I'm so glad you're awake y/n. Jj missed you. I missed you." He said, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand.

"Speaking of Jj, where is she?" I asked him.

"She's with Jared."

"Hanging out with Thomas I suppose?"

Jensen chuckled. "Yeah, she's having fun with him."

"Good." I said.

"What about you, how're you feeling? Need some water, or something to snack on?"

"Jensen, I'm fine really. I have a headache and my leg hurts, but really I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" He pressed.

"Yes, Dr. Ackles, I'm very sure, but you could do one thing for me." I suggested.

"And what would that be?"

"To get me out of here."

Jensen sighed and looked down at his lap, then back at my face.

"As much as I would like to pick you up off that bed and bring you back home with me, we both know I can't." He said.

"Jensen, I don't want to be stuck in a stupid hospital, especially a hospital where they have crappy ass food."

"So pretty much any hospital?" Jensen joked.

"Oh shut up smart ass. C'mon, you've got to know the feeling of being trapped. I've already been here for...how long have I been out?"

"Counting today that would be 4 1/2 weeks."

"What?! No, it's only been a few days! It's hasn't even been a few days, it's been a couple hours! I have not been here for 4 1/2 weeks! That's not possible!" I said, my voice growing quieter with every word.

"I know it's sounds impossible, but you got slammed into your truck multiple times, that's some serious brain damage, and not only that but you were also stabbed in the leg, traumatizing your brain even more, creating more possible post traumatic stress disorder." A voice rang from the open door. "I understand that you would like to leave Miss l/n, but because we don't know if you have PTSD yet, we have to keep you for a few more days, possibly even weeks."

"I'm going to go and grab some coffee." Jensen said, and got up to leave, walking through the door.

"Dr. Beauchamp?" I asked.

"How do you know my name? You've been unconscious this whole time."

"Where's Officer David Blanc?" I asked as I search for the officer.

Dr. Beauchamp tilted his head in confusion. "How did you know he was here?" He asked as Officer Blanc walked into the room.

I looked at Jensen, confused, I've met both of them before, how do they remember?

"Okay, well, Miss L/n, I hope you don't mind if I ask you some questions about your attacker." Officer Blanc said as he took a seat next to me on the bed.

I looked at him, confused. "Why? You already asked me what you needed to know. I've already given you my statement."

Officer Blanc stared at me, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion and worry.

"Miss l/n, I haven't asked you for your statement yet." He said.

"Yeah you did, I remember you asking me for my statement when I first got here. Go check your records. I told you that my attacker was Jeremy Rutkins, and he was my best friend for 5 years. I told you about Jensen, and about Jensen's ex-wife Danneel. I told you what Jeremy talked to me about before he attacked me, which was about Jensen and his daughter Jj. Do you not remember that Officer Blanc?" I asked him.

Dr. Beauchamp eye brows drew together in concern.

"Miss l/n, you answered practically every single question I came here to ask you. How did you know what I was going to ask you?"

"You don't remember asking me that do you?" I said sadly. "I'm sorry Officer Blanc, but you might have amnesia." I said, trying to suppress my laughter but failing.

No one laughed with me. Dr. Beauchamp began hooking the wires and tubes that ran into my body, and hooked them onto a metal pole with a bag.

I looked at where Jensen was supposed to be sitting, forgetting that he went to grab some coffee.

Dr. Beauchamp picked me with the help of Officer Blanc, and then transferred me onto another bed out in the hall, along with my bag that hung on the metal pole.

"Miss l/n, we're going to take you to get an magnetic resonance imaging okay?" Dr. Beauchamp said.

"What's that?" I asked him.

"It's what people call an MRI. We're going to take pictures of your brain to see the progress you've been making in your healing process. We're also going to try and see how you knew all of us, and how you predicted those questions." He said as he pushed the bed down the hall.

"No, I don't want you looking at my brain, I don't want you prying into my brain like I'm some experiment that you can play with." I said as I struggled to get up off the bed.

Dr. Beauchamp stopped pushing the bed, and started trying to push me back down. I fought against his strength, throwing his arms off of me, pushing him away.

"Let me go! Jeremy let me go! Jeremy stop! Get off of me you pervert! Jeremy stop please! Let me go Jeremy!" I screamed.

I finally broke free of his grasp, and jumped off the bed, racing down the hall. The tubes that were connected to needles that were stuck in my body were ripped out, along with the wires that I ripped off myself.

I came to a cross roads, skidding to a stop. There was no sign that led me where to go. I spun around, only to find people chasing after me, I turned back to the crossroads in the hall, and went left, pushing myself as fast as I could. My leg throbbed with each heavy step on the floor.

I found exit doors and burst through them, only to run into a broad chest, and someone grabbing my arms, holding me in place.

"Let me go! Please Jeremy! Just let me go!" I sobbed. Tears streaming freely down my face, my vision blurry with tears.

"Y/n! Y/n! Look at me y/n! Hey! It's me! Y/n, it's me Jensen! Open your eyes okay? Just open your eyes y/n! I'm right here! Just open your eyes and look at me!" I heard him yell.

I shook my head as I sunk to the floor.

"You're not Jensen, you're not Jensen, you're not Jensen." I whispered as I sunk lower and lower until I was on the floor.

The man sat down next to me and held me as I cried.

"It's okay, everything's gonna be okay. Just breathe. Take deep breaths. In, out, in, out. You're okay y/n. It will get better soon I promise." I heard him whisper in my ear as he held me, rocking me back and forth.

I took deep breaths as he said, listening to every word that left his lips. It wasn't to long until I was leaning into him, wiping my tears away.

I glanced up at him, only to see Jensen's smiling face.

"Let's go home." He said, and pressed a kiss on my forehead, then lifted me in his arms, and carried me to his truck.