You tossed and turned as you saw glimpses of things, things that seemed like deja vu. You were dressed in a beautiful white dress, sleeveless satin, covered in a fine film of lace. Your hair was hanging down in soft waves, and you were currently walking down an aisle of a church, Jensen waiting for you up front. You could feel your heart pounding as you moved forward, but the Sunlight filtering through the giant hospital windows, and you tried to turn away from it, groaning as it woke you from your strange dreams.

Staring up at the white ceiling and florescent lights, you wondered if it was a dream, or if you were truly getting your memories back. If that was so, you had just remembered your wedding with Jensen, and the thought of it brought tears to your eyes at how wonderful it had been. From what you could remember, it seemed like the perfect wedding, exactly what you had hoped for.

Wondering if this was the way the rest of your memories would come back, slowly, while sleeping, you sighed. If so this was going to be a long, and drawn out process. One which you weren't sure you would have the patience for. Your patience was already growing thin, you were done being stuck in the middle of these four white walls, with only erratic visitors and a TV for company. You were ready to go home, to sleep in your own bed, to feel the warmth of the sun on your face. You were already growing grumpy, and you were afraid that if you didn't get to leave here soon, someone would be getting yelled at.

While you were being grumpy over the fact of being stuck inside the room, there was a slight knock on the door, before your Doctor showed her herself. "Good morning! I'm glad to see you're awake!" She said, extremely peppy for the morning.

She came right over, checking to make sure nothing had changed during the night. "Well, everything looks great. I'm thinking you can head home today." She told you, and your mood brightened considerably. 

"That's great!" You answered her. "And I think my memory is starting to come back." You told her.

"That's good to hear. Can you tell me how it happened? Was it all at once or?" She asked you, writing something down on her clipboard.

"It started while I was sleeping. I remembered my wedding day." You explained, and she nodded, before grabbing a chair and pulling it close to the side of your bed. 

"Wonderful news. But now I want to talk about something you might not like." She started, and you could only stare at her in confusion.

"I'm not sure who will be transporting you from the hospital today. I was wondering if your husband would, but his visits have been a little sporadic lately, and frankly, I'm worried about sending you home. I sense something is going on between the two of you, and I don't want it to get in the way of your healing."

You sighed, knowing she wasn't trying to be rude, or invasive. She just had your best interests at heart. But still it hurt, knowing that a Doctor could see the discord between the two of you. "There is something. Before my wreck, I made a couple of stupid mistakes, and hurt him. Pretty bad. Actually, I was working on fixing them, trying to make everything better when I got into the accident. I was going to meet with his friend, explain things, when that truck came out of nowhere. But Jensen, last time he was here, promised that we would try to work things out." You said, but then a light bulb popped in your head. "Oh my god, I just remembered something else!" You exclaimed.

She smiled at you, laying a comforting hand on your forearm. "I can see that he loves you, deeply. Give it time, and things will work out. But please, during that time, make sure you have someone else you can contact for help."

She stood up to leave, turning back to face you one more time. "I'm going to sign your discharge papers. As soon as Jensen, or a friend arrives, you will be free to go."

As soon as she left, you considered your options. You didn't have your cell phone with you, it had gotten broken in the wreck. You couldn't remember a lot of numbers, so you couldn't call Gen to come pick you up. You could call Jensen, but you weren't sure he would want to here from you yet.

Nibbling on your bottom lip as you contemplated what to do, your door opened, and Gen and Jared both walked in. "Hi guys!" You exclaimed, excited and relieved to see them.

"Hi yourself." Gen said, coming to stand next to you. "We just saw your Doctor, and she gave us your news. You ready to head home?" 

You nodded, wishing you could jump out of bed and run down the hallway, squealing with joy at your freedom. But your body was still a little too bruised for that. "Yes, thank god. Not that I'm not happy to see the two of you, but where's Jensen?" You asked carefully.

Jared had come to stand by Gen, and you could see how easily the two of them were falling in love. He had casually placed his hand on her waist, and she had leaned into him, even though they were both concentrating on you. "They needed Jensen at the studio this morning. He couldn't get out of it." Jared apologized for his friend.

You slightly nodded your head, sad that Jensen wasn't there, hoping what they were saying was true and he wasn't trying to avoid you. Meeting Jared's eyes, you didn't see any discomfort from lying there, so you took the chance and believed him.

A nurse came in, wheeling a wheelchair. "Well, Mrs. Ackles, are we ready to get out of here?" She asked you, and you nodded enthusiastically. "Let's get you dressed so you can blow this joint." She teased, and Jared and Gen stepped back. The nurse helped you slide off the bed, holding most of your weight as you became accustomed to standing upright. She then slowly moved you into the bathroom.

What usually only took minutes to get dressed, seemed to take hours. You were frustrated at how weak you were, and how much help you need in doing simple things like pulling your shirt over your head. But finally, you were dressed in normal clothes, sitting in the wheelchair as the nurse pushed it down the sterile hallway making her way to the double doors in front. You stared, transfixed, waiting for the moment you could breathe in the fresh air.

"I can wait to get home, and lay outside on my lounger, all day. Maybe have a glass of iced tea next to me. Sounds perfect." You said to Gen who walked beside you, causing her to stop. "What?" You asked.

"You remembered your lounger! That's a good thing, right?" She said, smiling down at you.

"I forgot to tell you, it's not the first thing I've remembered today. I remembered my wedding, and the wreck." You explained.

By this time, you were outside, and you took a deep breath of the air, letting the sun shine down on your face. It felt wonderful. Jared had already called ahead, and his shared bodyguard, Cliff, was pulling the Suburban around to the entrance. He stepped out, giving you glance, before opening the door. "Hi Cliff!" You said, surprised at how easy his name, and who he was, came to you.

"Good morning Y/N." He said stiffly, and you figured out that he was still a little sore at you. Pushing against the armrests, you attempted to stand up, your knees shaking at the effort. Jared noticed, and he came to the rescue, bending down and wrapping his arms around you. Gently carrying you, you slid you into the front seat, leaning over to buckle you in. 

"Thank you Jared." You told him, grabbing his hand to show him you meant it. "Not just for this. But for everything. I know it's hard, but thank you for being here for me."

He gave you a smile, patting your leg, before shutting the door. They climbed in the backseat, and soon you were off. You were busy staring out the window, waiting for things to look familiar. At first you grew frustrated, when the route and buildings seemed strange and foreign. But then Cliff turned onto another street, one shaded with huge trees on each side, and you gasped.

"What? Are you okay?" Gen asked, leaning forward, frowning at you. You were currently bouncing in your seat, excited.

"I remember this road!" You exclaimed. "I think I remember how to get home!"

Cliff stayed silent, but a small smile graced his lips at your exclamation. You were able to point which way to turn, and he was nice enough not to say anything, but to silently follow your directions. "Here we are!" You pretty much yelled, as he stopped right in front of a gated, two story house. You wanted to get up and run to the house, you had missed being home so much. But Cliff had his window down, and he pressed in the key code and the gate opened, driving up the short driveway, before parking in front of the wooden front door. 

Jared bounced out of the backseat, coming to open your door. But before he could wrap his arms around you, to carry you in, you saw a strong, familiar hand squeeze his shoulder. "I've got her. Thanks buddy." Jensen said, his green eyes smiling down on you as Jared stepped out of the way."