Is This Even Possible?

The Happy Ending

Chapter Twenty

The Happy Ending

June 13th, 2014 - Lawrence General Hospital - 9:45 AM

Dean awoke the greatest migraine in the history of migraines, if there was one. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and searched for the cord to the blinds, which he assumed was next to him. He was surprised when he didn't find anything but the floor meeting his face.

"Nugh!" He let out a loud groan as he hit the floor hard. Two snorts were here from the other side of the room. He looked under the bed and saw two pairs of brown boots, one more feminine than the other.

Dean pushed himself off the floor and sat back down on the bed and stared at the two people in his room. He was once again surprised to find that the feminine pair of boots belonged to none other than his little brother Sammy.

He smirked slightly and chuckled. "When did you start wearing women's boots, Sam?" He asked and raised an eyebrow at the bitch face that was thrown at him.

Their was silence. Lots of silence. Until John opened up his mouth. "Son, I'm sorry about the way we acted before. About how we were ignoring you, we were just astounded that you had drug Sam out to hunt Azazel right after you had returned from Hell. I mean, you should've have been resting, not fighting to the death with Azazel. Though I'm happy that the son of a bitch is dead." John smiled a tiny bit and held his arms open. "Do you forgive your old man for being stupid?" Dean chuckled again and got up and slowly put his arms around his dad.

His dad squeezed him then squeezed him tighter than that. Dean was starting to find that breathing was becoming difficult so he slapped his dad's back three times for him to release him.

"Sorry." His dad smiled sheepishly. "It's just good to hug you after I had thought you had died and everything." Dean nodded, because he understood what he talking about.

Sam made his way to Dean and hugged him tightly and released him just as quick. "So, why am I in the hospital this time?" Dean asked.

Sam pointed at his neck. Dean let a hand trail to his neck and to his surprise, there was a bandage there, about this size of an index card.

"What the...?" Dean muttered.

"You had a chunk bitten out of you before we found you at the vampire's place. You were lucky you didn't die due to blood loss." Huh. Dean thought in his mind as he dropped his hand. I didn't even feel that.

Just after Dean thought that, two people came in, a girl and a guy. The girl was wearing dark skinny jeans, a black long-sleeve t-shirt, and black converses. She also had dark blonde, long hair that hung to her mid-back. The guy was wearing a pair of black, baggy shorts, a blue muscle shirt and blue hig-tops. His hair was cropped close to his forehead and it was black hair.

"Uh, are you Dean Winchester?" The girl asked in an airy type of voice. Dean cleared his throat then answered.

"Yes. I am. And you are?" He asked.

"I'm Danielle. That's Marco. You saved us."

"Huh?" Dean asked stupidly.

"At the...vampire's place. You cut off their heads. We were two of the victims there." Marco answered. He said vampires quietly, as if they were not supposed to talk about, which they weren't but still.

"Uh. Yeah. That's me. It was no problem."

"We owe you our lives, if there is anything we can do, just ask." Danielle said and smiled a small, sad smile and left.