Saving Grace

No Sympathy for the Devil -- Hysterical

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When I come to, I gaze around at the crisp white walls around me. There are nurses bustling around outside my room, and I vaguely wonder just how long I've been in here. "Ms. Hemmingway?" A small nurse chirps as she enters the room. A bright smile covers her face when she notices that I'm awake. "How do you feel?"

"How long have I been out?" I ask softly.

The nurse hums and moves to check on the IV in my arm. "First responders picked you up near an interstate. You had minor burns over your body. You must've been outside for a long time."

I snatch at the IV and try to swing my legs off of the bed. "I have to get out of here--" I stammer. The nurse tries to stop me, and all I do is wave my hand at her and she steps out of the room, gazing blankly ahead. The other nurses follow suit. I snap the IV out and brace my hands on my knees. The high-pitched ringing in my head is going crazy.

With my clothes on, I step out of the hospital room, and trail down the hallways. I find the nearest payphone and dial Dean's number. It rings for a few moments before I hear him. "Hello?"

"Dean, it's me--" I gasp softly. "Where the hell are you guys?"

"We're at the Regent Inn, Pinemont Delaware. Chuck said you were heading to St. Mary's when I disappeared-- please don't tell me you got caught in that blast." Dean demands.

"I... didn't?" I trail off. "Nurses said that I was found on the interstate with minor burns." I explain.

Dean's silent for a moment. "I don't know how we got away either. One minute, we were watching the portal pop open, the next we were on a plane flying over it."

I lean against the payphone and sigh. "All right... I'm gonna head to your location. Be there soon."

I vaguely hear his reply before I end the call and hurry out of the hospital.

~*****~

It's late at night when I reunite with Sam and Dean. I crush myself into Dean's embrace and awkwardly gaze towards Sam. "You feelin' all right, Sam?" I ask skeptically. He nods awkwardly, his hands shoved into his pockets. I hum lightly before nodding back. "All right then." I pull away from Dean and trail over to the mini fridge and pull out a beer. "So... the baby is on a supernatural lockdown," I explain lightly.

Dean hums. "Bobby and the kid watchin' her?"

I nod as I pop the top of my beer. "Yeah. So, how are we gonna go about this?" I ask. "How do you hunt for an angel without a vessel?"

"I got no clue," Dean retorted. "It's like finding a needle in a damn haystack."

"More like a piece of hay in a needle stack." I hum.

Sam and I set to doing research through the next few hours. Unfortunately, there was little to no lore on angels, so we were flying blind. It isn't until we hear a knock on the door that we stop. I glance over at Dean before pulling out my pistol. Sam approaches the door, peers through the peep hole and opens it up hesitantly.

I stand up and move to stand behind Sam, and I catch sight of a young woman who looks postively awestruck. She sucks in a gasp as she gazes at Sam. "You okay, lady?" Sam asks.

"Sam... is it really you?" She asks in a quivering tone. She reaches forward and palms at Sam's chest as he turns to us. "And you're so firm."

"Do I... know you?" Sam asks hesitantly.

"No," She says quickly. "But I know you. You're Sam Winchester! And you're--" She stops when she sees Dean and I. "Not what I pictured..." Wow, did I feel insulted? Kinda. "I'm Becky. I read all about you guys." She exclaims as she moves into our room. "And I've even written a few--"