Your P.O.V.

While it was nice having Misha sitting there, keeping you company, he wasn't what you wanted. You wanted Jensen there. To hold you in his arms, to tell you everything would be alright. Most of all, you wanted to know if there was still a chance of a relationship with him, or if your thing with Brad had pushed him away. 

"Y/N, is everything okay?" Misha asked you, noticing your frown on your face. He had pulled his chair over closer to you, and was currently thumbing through the TV channels, looking for something to watch. 

"Do you think that I ruined things between Jensen and I by not telling him about Brad?" You asked him, before grabbing his hand and stopping him. "Hey, leave it on there. Please." You told him.

"Really? Supernatural is what you want to watch?" He teased, and you nodded. It was one of the earlier seasons, and you loved seeing Jensen portray a younger and more hopeful Dean. "No, I don't think you ruined things. Good relationships will survive and strengthen because of those incidents. You and Jensen are good together."

Smiling at him, you reached over and squeezed his hand. "Thank you. Now what would it take to talk you into bringing me back some chocolate?" You asked him, and with a sigh he stood up. 

"Anything particular?" He asked, and you shrugged. Shutting the door quietly behind him, he was gone, and you turned your attention to the TV. As you watched Dean beat the trunk of the Impala emotionally, you thought back to how much had just happened. You had never expected the thing with Brad to get so out of hand. It should have been over a long time ago, and you should have told Jensen about it. Now, you were doing damage control, and at least one good thing had come out of it. Brad was back in jail, where he belonged. You were just surprised the cops hadn't been in yet to talk to you, to get your story.

Just then a knock sounded on your door, a cop stuck his head in. You shook your head slightly, the movement still hurting your sore body. It was like you had wished them here. "Come on in." You told him, and the nervous, younger cop came in, followed by one a lot more seasoned, with a graying beard, and the beginnings of a beer belly.

"Sorry to bother you Miss Y/L/N, but we can't wait any longer. We really do need your statement." The younger one babbled on, getting an annoyed look from his partner. 

"I understand." You told them, muting the TV. You started at the beginning, telling them of your story, and how Brad had put you in the hospital the first time. By that time, Misha was back, and you saw the giant frown on his face as he heard the story for the first time. You then went on, telling them how Brad had come to your work, wanting to get back together. Finally, you ended with the fight in your apartment, and how Jensen had come to your rescue.

The younger cop, Patterson was the name on his badge, scribbled furiously during the entire time, while Wilkins, the older cop listened carefully. "Thank you for your time Miss Y/L/N. If we have any further questions we will get in touch with you. And don't worry, we will find Brad, and place him behind bars. From the sounds of it, that's where he needs to stay." Wilkins said, before shutting the door behind him.

You could feel your entire body tense up, your face going pale as the officer's last words kept ringing in your mind. "He's free?" You whispered, your eyes blown wide with fear as your heart beat started to pick up.

"Damn it. They weren't supposed to spring it on you like that." Misha muttered, coming over, and trying to grasp your hand but you pulled it back.

"You knew? Who else?" You asked, your voice shrill and full of fear. "Jensen knew, didn't he? And none of you thought I should know? The girl who just got beat black and blue by the man. The one he's after, shouldn't I know that somehow he's free and could just waltz in here at any minute!" You shouted, just as the monitors that were attached to you started going off. Your blood pressure was through the roof, and you were seconds away from a full blown anxiety attack.

"Y/N, we were just trying to keep you safe!" Misha argued. "We wanted to tell you, but you're in a hospital bed. You've been asleep for most of the time since it happened. Please, you need to calm down!" He tried saying, but you couldn't control it. 

"Get out." You muttered, as the nurses rushed in. Your ribs were screaming against your deep breaths, your entire body in pain as your muscles tensed up. The doctor and the nurses were talking over you, and you could just make out the fact that Misha was shutting the door behind himself, giving you what you wanted. And then, a needle was poked into your skin, and immediately you started relaxing, before falling into deep oblivion.

Jensen's P.O.V.

I wanted to crumple the letter up, but I willed myself not to. I had handed it over to Jared, knowing he would keep it safe, and deliver it to the police while I checked on Y/N. We were only about five minutes away from the hospital, but it still seemed too far away, and I wanted to be next to her as soon as possible.

"Almost there." Cliff said, reading my thoughts. "I'll drop you off, then Jared and I will head to the police station."

I nodded, just as my phone started vibrating in my pocket. Pulling it out, I noticed Misha's name on the screen, and clicked answer immediately. "Hey man, what's up?" I asked him, hoping everything was okay with Y/N.

"Damn it Jensen." He started, and a frown immediately was etched onto my face, and I waited for the bad news. "She was doing so well." He continued, and my free hand gripped the arm rest tight enough to leave indentations. Jared noticed, and placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to give me some sort of comfort. 

"What happened? Is she okay?" I asked, my heart in my throat. 

"Yes, and no. The Cops came in, asking for her statement. But Jay, they told her he had escaped. And she did not take the news well." He said, and I could tell how worked up he was, how guilty he was for having this happen on his watch.

"Misha, there was nothing you could do. How is she now?" I asked, as Cliff started pulling into the hospital's parking lot.

I heard some shuffling on the other end, before he answered. "I'm not sure. She got pale, and started shaking. Her blood pressure went up, bringing in the nurses and the doctor. They're in there now, with her, but she didn't want me in there anymore. So I'm not sure what's going on." 

"I'm on my way." I said, ending the call before leaning my head back against the headrest. "Damn it." I muttered, as Cliff stopped the car.

Jared's hand was still on my shoulder, his concern evident in the way he gripped my shirt. "What's up?"

"The cops told her that Brad's out there. And Misha said she had some sort of panic attack, and the doctor's in there with her now." I explained.

Jared passed the letter to Cliff, before climbing out of the car and moving to my side. Opening the door, he pulled me out. "Come on, I'll go up there with you. She will be alright, it was just the wrong way to give big news like that."

With a hand on my back, he urged me to walk, and I looked up into the dark night, where all the rooms were lit up, knowing she was up there. And that she might be mad at me too, for keeping such a big secret from her.