Chapter 7

You are awoken by beeping sounds, which are extremely annoying. You stir on the bed; you don't remember that you set on an alarm last night. You turn to your side and open your eyes.

At first you don't really see anything, everything is blurry. And then you see Charlie, sitting on a chair and sleeping. Once you realize, that you are not in the motel, you frown, which was a bad idea. You hiss of pain, as your eyebrows move. You slowly touch your forehead and find stitched wound by touch.

"Charlie!" Your voice cracks, but it wakes up Charlie anyway. He jumps from his seat and rushes to your side.

"How are you feeling?" He asks and looks so worried.

"Good, I guess. What happened?" You ask him. You don't really remember anything after Dean found you.

"When Dean found you, you were looking so bad. He killed the puppet and then drove you to the hospital."

"Where were you?"

"I was looking for you as well. But I went to the other direction. Me, Sam and Dean parted, so we could have searched the forest faster. I was so scared that I lost you." He sighs.

"Well I'm still here and I'm not going anywhere." You smile at him.

"(y/n), you have been in coma for 3 days." He says softly.

"What? No, that can't be possible. You are lying, right?" He just shakes his head.

"Why? Why was it so long?" You don't understand. The puppet hadn't done much to you, right?

"(y/n), you practically beat yourself up almost to death and besides the puppet took you a lot of energy." You turn over on your back, rubbing your eyes, even this movement hurts you.

"Where are the Winchesters?" You ask him quietly.

"They've already left." Your eyes widen at the realization, that they haven't even cared enough to say goodbye to you. Why am I always so naïve?

"I'm gonna go to get a doctor or nurse, okay?" He strokes your hair and then walks away, leaving you alone in the room with your thoughts.

After 3 days the doctor finally lets you go. It's such a relief to be away from the stupid hospital! As soon as you get to the motel, where your brother has stayed, you take a long shower to get rid of the disinfectant smell.

The stitches on your head are gone, but there is still a little scar. The doctor told you, that it should disappear in no time, but you don't really believe him. The doctors always lie just to make their patients feel better.

When you walk out of the shower, your brother talks to someone on the phone. Hopefully it will be a new case! You walk to the kitchen unit and start to make yourself coffee. 

Suddenly Charlie pats your shoulder, which makes you jump a little. He chuckles and hands you the phone. You raise an eyebrow at him, but take the phone anyway.

"Yes?" You say as you put the phone on your shoulder, holding it with your ear. Because you are making a coffee, you can't really hold it in your hands.

"Hey, (y/n)." A voice you know says on the other side.

"We just wanted to tell you, that we're sorry for leaving before saying goodbye." Sam says and you can only guess that he's smiling.

"It's not a big deal." You falsely laugh, because you haven't heard the older brother.

"Dean! Come here! It's (y/n)!" Sam yells at his brother. You make a grimace, this was too loud. The next thing you hear are some muffled sounds. What the hell?

"Sorry (y/n), Dean is in the shower, but he says hi and wishes you good luck." Sam responds after a while.

"That's fine. You didn't even have to call, Sam. But it's good to hear you anyway." You answer, now holding your phone properly.

"I just wanted to make sure that you are alright, you know. After everything what happened..." He trails off, as he thinks.

"Yeah, well I'm feeling a lot better, so don't worry about it. Thank you for the call, Sam, but I gotta go now. Charlie is looking at me suspiciously; I think he's a little jealous." You chuckle into the phone, ignoring Charlie's glare.

"Oh, sorry. Jeez I haven't thought of that. Tell him, that I didn't hit on you, okay?" He sounds so worried, that you have to bite your lip to hold your giggles.

"Sure, see ya, Sam."

"Bye (y/n)." Once Sam hangs up, you start laughing, which makes your head hurt. You put Charlie's phone on the table and grin at him.

"Sorry, but I think that Sam won't call a little while." You grin even more, when Charlie shakes his head.

AN: Don't worry, this is not the end:) Any guesses what will happen next?:) (I hope you like it so far!)

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