I break through the ice and take a giant gasp of air before I'm shoved down again. I feel red hot, like my lungs don't have much left in them. I get tangled in the roots of the lily pads. Against my wishes, my body takes a breath under water. I lose consciousness.
...
I'm lying on snowy grass, four faces standing above me.
"Okay get off her! She's back." Sarah kneels down beside me and puts my head on her knee. She's bruised and bloody and has some moss in her hair.
I cough up some water and roll to my side.
"What did I miss?" I slowly sit up. Sam and Dean help me stand up by grabbing my arms.
"The skull. Where's the skull?"
"Well while I was giving you CPR, Alphonse got the skull. We won." Dean looks disappointed in Alphonse for being such a coward. I am too.
Sarah pours hot water on me without warning. I look at her with a shocked expression.
"Sorry. Can't have you dying. Let's go. We need to warm her up and we all need to warm up."
Sam and Dean both put their jackets on me as we climb into Sarah's car. When we get out at the bunker, we look like a bunch of clowns getting out of a clown car. But we have the skull. I immediately go to take a shower, to get warmed up. My lungs feel sore from all the frozen pond water I inhaled, and my body feels weak. Strangely, the bruises on my arm are feeling better. People say that taking ice baths make you feel better and reduce inflammation. I'm a believer. Oh gross. Dean gave me CPR, his lips on mine.
  I walk into my room to get dressed and put on about four layers of clothes and socks. My bed looks so comfortable. I decide I'm going to sit down, just for a minute. Oh, but the blanket looks so warm. I decide to get underneath it, just for a second. The bed is so comfortable; I'm going to close my eyes just for a second. A second turns into hours.  I wake up, confused in a dark room. I throw the blanket off of myself, sweating and wondering how long I have been asleep. I take off all of the layers of clothes and turn the lamp on. I change into some shorts and a sweat wicking workout shirt. I exit the room to see Sam sitting with the skull.

  "Where's Dean?" I approach him. He looks back at me. "Oh, you're awake. I figured you'd be out for the night."

  "Yeah, it wasn't the plan to fall asleep. I just did. I'm up now. Are you tired?"

  "Not really. I was going to quit the research and watch some TV." He stands up.

  "Oh, okay." I turn around to go back to my boring room.

  "Did you...did you want to come?" He clears his throat nervously. He seems like my dad was after I turned fifteen and he no longer knew how to bond with me.

  "I'd love to come." I smile at him. I know I have been kind of a pain in the ass lately. Everyone deserves a little kindness, especially Sam. I follow him to this sort of movie room. It has the makings of a man's touch written all over it. He plops onto the plaid, plain, couch. I grab the remote and join him.

  "Thank you for what you did for Dean." He begins a conversation that I am way too tired to have.

  "Sam, I love you guys. If there's anything I can do to repay you, I'd gladly do it. And I don't need to be thanked. I know I put on a good act, but I'm scared. I don't have anyone to guide me. I just have you two. I know I'm not your responsibility or your family. But I wish I was." I turn the TV on, trying to leave the conversation at that.

  "You are family." He looks me in my eyes, with sincerity. I feel this feeling of loss. Dad used to watch TV with me, used to have talks with me after a hunt, used to make me feel better when I couldn't sleep. I begin crying.
  "I miss my dad." That's all I can say as the tears rush down my face and the warm feeling of pain fills my chest.

  "I'm here." He just keeps saying it. "Thank you." I give into my desires to be held and put my pride aside just for a second. I lean over and hug him. To my surprise, he hugs me back. He hugs me for as long as I need. I pull away from him and grab the remote again. "Ready to watch some TV?"

"Yeah. But let me pick."

  He flips through the channels until he gets to Scooby-Doo. Dean comes into the room and joins us.

  "It's my birthday tomorrow." I was reluctant to tell them, but I decide to anyway.

  "We'll have to do something for you."

  I don't respond because I don't know how to. Dean laughs at the show we are watching. "Sam and me used to watch this show when Dad was away on a hunt. " He smiles and it makes me smile. There it is. He is capable of happiness.

We watch for a while but at some point, I fell asleep. I wake up with my head on Sam's lap. I think he probably fell asleep after me and let me stay. It can't be comfortable the way he's sleeping. He has his head tilted back and leaned against the wall and couch. The TV is turned off but there's a lamp left on.

  I hear some footsteps in the hallway. It must be Dean. i close my eyes again and wake up to being yanked off the couch and onto the floor. I'm dragged away as I see Sam waking up to a cloth placed over his mouth and nose. He quickly passes out and I am next.