I woke up to annoying beeping noises. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a hospital room. There was a small nightstand to the right of me, a chair across from me in the corner, and a TV directly above the chair. The TV was on and was in the news channel.

I sat up, slowly, feeling slight pain when I moved. Once I was all the way in a sitting position I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I was about to stand up when a nurse came in. Her jaw dropped and she skeptically looked at me.

"Ms. Walker!" she practically screeched when she saw me. She put her hand on my shoulder, preventing me from standing up. "Please lay back down. You are in no condition to be walking around, Ms. Walker," the nurse said.

"Who's Ms. Walker? Why am I here?" I asked. I had no memory of who I was or why I was here, and demanded answers. "Please lay back down," the nurse said. "I am not laying back down until I get answers," I snapped.

The nurse looked a little taken aback, and I felt kind of bad, but can you blame me?" I woke up in a strange place with no memory and I was panicking a little. "You're name is Caela Walker, and you are at Hearthstone General Hospital in Philadelphia. You were in a bad car accident and needed several surgeries. One of those surgeries included brain surgery," the nurse explained.

I froze as I comprehended what she was saying. "Please lay down, and I will get the doctor in here right away to speak with you," the nurse said, once she saw my shocked face. I gave a slight nod an laid back down, wincing a bit at the pain. The nurse left and a few minutes later, a tall man with black hair and blue eyes came in.

"Hello Caela, my name is Dr. Adam Burch, I am the head of neurology at this hospital," the man said. "What's wrong with me?" I asked him. "What do you mean?" he counter asked me. "I can't remember anything," I told him.

Worry was slightly evident in his eyes, as he peered into mine. "I don't know yet, but I would like to do some tests, if you don't mind," he said. "Okay," I barely managed to whisper. He did several tests such as checking my eyes and asking me to remember different things.

"Everything looks okay. I mean you are perfectly healthy right now. Your memory loss may be amnesia caused by the surgery," he said. "Okay so when do I get my memory back?" I asked, slightly worried.

"Well, each person is different. Amnesia can either be permanent or temporary. We will just have to wait it out. You should get some rest, you are still pretty weak," he told me. I agreed and relaxed onto my pillow. He turned to leave, but turned around right when he was in the doorway.

He looked at me and said, "Nice tattoo by the way." He left and I gave a slightly confused expression to the place where he used to be standing. I looked at my arms and wrists, but found no tattoo. Then I looked down.

My right leg had been partially uncovered, and around my bare ankle there was a tattoo. I sat up, again slightly wincing at the pain. I leaned forward a little and looked at my ankle. The words, Birds of a Feather Stick Together, were wrapped around my ankle in fancy lettering. I stared at the tattoo for a while longer, before laying back down and drifting off.

I was discharged about a week later. I was happy yet a little nervous to leave. In the hospital, I knew what I was doing, where I belonged, and somewhat who I was. Out in the real world I had to start over, I had to figure everything out on my own, and I didn't know how well that would go. I had to try though, I owed it to myself, that much I did know.

A nurse led me to my car, a red corvette with black stripes. "This is mine?" I asked. "Yes," the nurse replied. I raised my eyebrows and let out a slight whistle. I slipped into my car and put the keys in the ignition. I let the corvette roar to life, and thanked the nurse.

"Your welcome, and drive carefully please. We don't want to see you here again for the same reason," the nurse replied. I let out a small chuckle and said, "I will. Thanks again." The nurse smiled and walked away. I looked around my car.

The seats were leather and the car was completely clean, still there was one thing that caught my eye. At the bottom of the passenger door there were words engraved onto the door. I leaned down and looked at the words more closely.

They read "Birds of a Feather Stick Together." What does this saying mean? Why was it so important to me? I decided to just brush it off and sped away from the hospital, towards the address of the house that was listed on my driver's license.

This book is dedicated to my best friend Monique. She is so amazing and it has been one of my life's happiest moments getting to know her. I hope you like this Supernatural fanfic. Please let me know what you thought of it by voting and commenting! ILY and all of you are amazing! Thank you for reading!

Always Keep Fighting!

~Caela~