"Dean, please..." I stand frozen, staring at the man I love.
His legs stride toward me, closing our distance in seconds. He hovers over my petite figure, his intimidation only making me feel smaller.
"This isn't you."
"THIS IS THE NEW ME!" He shout...
We headed back to room 248, where Sam -or I guess technically Ezekiel- was waiting. His former vessel was laid on the bed, sleeping peacefully.
"We should get going," Dean says.
We dodged the ICU staff to avoid explaining what 'Sam' was doing suddenly conscious. Once out of the hospital, we walked down the long stretch of pavement between the modern and industrial buildings.
"So? How's it look in there?" He asks Ezekiel.
"Not good. There is much work to be done." the angel answers.
"Yeah, but he's gonna wake up, right?" I ask, searching for reassurance.
"He will," Ezekiel ensures.
Looking unconvinced, Dean asks, "So when he does- what, is he gonna feel you inside, triaging his spleen?"
"He will not feel me, no. There is no reason for Sam to know I'm in here at all."
The older Winchester leans back, surprised by Ezekiel's remark. "You're joking. No, this is- this is too big." Dean chuckles.
"And what will he do if you do tell him he is possessed by an angel?" He asks before halting.
We stopped too and faced the angel that wore my best friend's face.
Dean puffs his lips before replying. "Well, he'll have to understand."
"And if he does not?" Dean and I hesitate to answer, knowing exactly how Sam would take it. "Without his acceptance, Sam can eject me at any time, especially with me so weak. And if Sam does eject me, he will die."
Dean stares into the distance before looking down, taking in the rough news as he shakes his head. His tongue dampens his lips, nodding as if he came to a conclusion before tucking in his lower lip.
"Then we keep it a secret for now. Or until Sam's well enough that he doesn't need an angelic pacemaker or I find a way to tell him. I-I..." He shakes his head. "As for him being in a hospital, I'll have to figure something out."
"I can erase it all if you'd like. He will not remember any of this." Ezekiel offers.
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The older Winchester looks away from the angel before contemplating his decision. It doesn't take long before he gives in. I stare at him in disbelief, my mouth falling open to protest. Knowing he'd rule against it, I force my jaw close. No matter my opinion, Dean would still do what he thinks is best.
We make it to the parking structure where Baby was before I slide into the back seat. I asked Dean to drive me to my car at the airport garage in Indiana, where I parked before departing on a plane to New York. It had everything: my clothes, fake IDs, guns, and knives I obviously couldn't take with me. Not having said anything for hours, I debated whether or not to talk to Dean. Eventually, I worked up the courage to voice my concerns.
