Bad Blood.

"Roots."

Becca woke again with a gasp. She sat up in the bed, taking in a deep breath. She looked over at Dean, who was passed out asleep. Becca relaxed a little, sinking back into her bed a little. She raised an eyebrow, moving one leg around, she felt as though something was wet. She sat up again, quickly yanking the cover off her. Her breathing became uneven when she saw what was on the sheets. Blood. And lot's of it.

Becca screamed as she tried to scoot up on the bed, alarming Dean. He had quickly rolled over and sat up, turning on the lamp. "Becca, what's wrong?!" He asked, standing up. Becca was pressed up against the wall.

"There is.. blood.." She said quietly, pointing to the end of the bed.

Dean raised an eyebrow, there was no blood at the end of the bed. "Becca," Dean said, crawling in the bed to sit beside her. "There is no blood there."

"But there was, there was," She mumbled, looking up at Dean with red and puffy eyes. Dean frowned and wrapped his arms around her to try and soothe her.

"Shh, you're just seeing it." Dean mumbled quietly. Becca shook her head before nuzzling into the male's chest, weeping softly.

"Why is sleeping so hard?" Becca asked quietly, glancing up at Dean.

"I guess it's just been awhile," Dean said softly with a small shrug.

Becca looked up at him with a soft sigh before wiggling out of his arms. "I'm going to the bathroom." She muttered before heading into the bathroom with a sigh, looking herself over in the mirror. She then leaned down to splash herself with water. When she looked up she saw Susie. All beaten up and bloody. Becca gasped and quickly turned to walk out of the bathroom, looking over at Dean who was now sitting on his edge of the bed.

"Dean, we gotta get out of here," She said, sitting in front of him on the other bed.

"What, why?" He asked softly. "I know what's going on is pretty.. strange, bu-"

"No, Dean.." Becca said quietly, looking downward. "I saw Susie in the mirror."

"Susie?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"My nurse," She muttered. "And this isn't the first time I have seen the blood, I also saw it two times yesterday."

"And you didn't tell me?" He asked a little sternly. Becca looked up at him, not sure of what to say. She just didn't wanna scare him or anything.

"I'm sorry," She said quietly, holding back the tears. Her fingers twitched, that is, until Dean grabbed ahold of them.

"You don't have to be," He said softly before letting go of her hands and rolling under the blankets on his bed. "You can sleep with me again if you want," He yawned, looking over at Becca as he turned off the lamp. Becca thought for only a moment before crawling in beside Dean. She was on the edge of tears again and she didn't know why. She instantly relaxed when she felt Dean's arms wrap around her. She felt safe. Which was weird, years ago she would blame Dean for all of this, but now all he has done is helped her.