Family Remains

"That's Bull"

Not only did I get through, what I now know was a car accident, practically scott free. Beside from a few scrapes and bruises, oh and the concussion that I suffered and the falling into a come, I'm perfectly fine.

Now, for the baby, thankfully its completely healthy and everything is going as its suppose to. The moment I was cleared to go, I was gone. I barely got dressed and went running out of the hospital without my shoes on.

"If you ever make me stay there again," I glared at Dean through the rear-view mirror. "I swear to everything in the world, I will leave and never come back."

I could hear Dean gulp with nervousness and nod at me.

"How about you take a nap and gain back some energy back?" Dean suggested, backing the 1967 Ford Mustang up and getting onto the road.

He has to be using this one until the Impala is fixed.

"I just got done sleeping for a week and a half and you want me to sleep some more?" I asked, crossing my arms.

A small smirk played at Deans lips before he answered.

"Yes, because you need to gain back your energy," He said.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I grumbled.

I laid down in the backseat and closed my eyes. I thought back to right before the truck rammed into the Impala. I don't remember the truck even coming, don't remember seeing the truck at all. Its like it just showed up out of nowhere, purposely to hit us. Cas did say it was because of Aphrodite's mark, so magic could have just brought it.

Sam or Dean could have gotten seriously injured, because of me. I need to be more careful if I'm to keep them alive and safe. It wouldn't be fair to them to get them killed when it was only to be killed anyways.

I could feel myself falling under, falling under the grips of sleep, until a feeling went through my stomach and I knew what was about to happen.

"Dean!" I yelled, sitting up to fast. "Pull over."

The urgency in my voice made him pull over without question. Before the car even stopped fully, I had the door open. Once it finally stopped, I crawled out and landed on my knees and promptly threw up.

It took Dean only moments to be at my side and holding my hair out of the way. Once the contents of my stomach were completely empty, I stopped and took a couple deep breaths.

"Are you ok?" Dean asked me, rubbing my back soothingly.

I nodded.

"Are you sick from the concussion or from something else?" He asked.

"I'm going to take a wild guess and say its from morning sickness," I said.

Dean gave me a weird look.

"Its not morning, though," Dean pointed out.

I small humorless laugh fell from my lips.

"It may be called 'morning sickness' but it can happen all throughout the day," I explained.

"That's bull," Dean scoffed.

"Tell me about it," I groaned.

Dean helped me back into the Mustang and dug out a bottle of water that he had up in the front seat and handed it to me.

I swished some of the water in my mouth and spit it out before taking a few sips. Once I was good to go, I laid back down and Dean continued driving.

"Where are we going?" I asked, voice a little hoarse.

"Bobby's," Dean told me.

I chose not to respond, only finally fall asleep.

Dean shook me awake and I felt a thousand times better.

"All your scratches are healed and the bruises are gone," Dean told me, running a finger along my eyebrow where I had, had a scratch.

"My healing powers must have kicked in," I said with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Ash?" A voice called from behind me.

I turned around to see Sam walking our way. I run towards him and jump into his arms which he held open wide for me. He squished me into a hug.

"I missed you so much," He said quietly.

"I would say the same, but I was kind of in a coma," I said, falling down to my feet.

A small smile played at Sams lips.

"Ashley, is that you?" Another voice said.

I looked around Sam to see Bobby. I rushed over and gave him a hug as well.

"Its nice seeing you, kid," He said, kissing my cheek. "Good knowing that you're ok."

I smiled at him.

"How's Jason," I asked.

"Sissy!" Jason yelled just as I asked.

Something from behind me wrapped their arms around me.

"Jason!" I said just as excitedly as he had.

"Are you all better now?" He asked, looking expectantly into my eyes.

"Much," I said, smiling broadly.

He smiled at me.

"Good, cause I was worried for you," He said.

"I never want you to worry for me, ok?" I asked him.

He nodded and I ruffled his hair.

"Ash," Bobby said, catching my attention.

"Yes?" I asked.

"There's somebody here that's wanting to see you," He said.

Confused, I followed Bobby into the house with Jason clutched at my side.

"Dean, what's that face for?" I heard Sam ask Dean behind me.

"Nothing," Dean grumbled.

"No, something is up," Sam said. "So, what's wrong?"

I heard Dean sigh.

"She got more excited in seeing you guys then she did me," Dean said, sounding depressed.

Sam chuckled.

"That's what you're upset about?" Sam questioned him.

"Yeah, what's your point?" Dean snapped.

"You already know that she doesn't like hospitals and she had just woken up from a coma, you had to give her a while," Sam told him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Dean mumbled.

I could tell that he didn't believe his bother, but I would make sure to change that later.

We walked into Bobby's study and I looked around, not seeing anyone.

"Umm, Bobby?" I asked, looking over at him.

"He was just in here," Bobby muttered more to himself than to me.

"Who's he?" I asked him, still unsure as to who was wanting to see me.

"Just give me a moment," Bobby said, leaving the study and leaving us alone.

"Sam was right," I said out of nowhere.

"What?" Both Sam and Dean asked.

"It was just because I was in a hospital and just came out of a coma," I explained. "Trust me, I was happy to see you. Relieved actually."

Bobby came back into the study before either boys could say anything.

"He went to the damn bathroom," Bobby stated.

"Who?" I asked.

"Me," A tall man with greying brown hair, dark brown eyes, lightly tanned skin, and a slightly fluffy face walked into the room.

"Uncle John?"