You wake with a sharp gasp for air and a burning on your ribs. "What the hell?" You mutter to your self. Your in a field, you don't get it. You were just in hell 5 minutes ago. You start walking and soon you soon see the impala. You run quick to it, stoping when you see Sammy. "Sam!" You yell almost falling. He turns quickly and runs back hugging you. You suck in a breath "owe" you yelp in pain. He lets go "did I hurt you?"
"No it's my ribs" you say lifting your shirt revealing the mark. Sam quickly backs away, and grabs salt and throws it on you along with holy water and cuts you with sliver. The whole thing. "I don't get you were dead. I-I watched dean dig your hole and hold you crying"
You shrug looking down at the ground. "It's almost like someone ripped me right out of hell." He smiled.
"Glad to see you again y/n"
"You too Sammy" you say with a small smile "Where's dean?" remembering your boyfriend. Sam looks Down "probably passed out at the hotel." He says
"Can I see him?" You say quickly Sam nods and runs around to the drivers side of the impala and starts her up as you get in. You shake your head seeing the empty liquor bottles "this is nothing" Sam says taking a glance at you.
"How long was I out?" You say your throat dry. You pick up half a bottle of the golden brown liquid and chug it even though it burns it's something.
"Ummm," Sam says looking at you as you put it down. "About 5 months. Why?"
"It felt like 50 years" you say looking away. The drive there is quite from then on out till they pull up to the hotel. Sam tucks you behind him just incase dean was terribly drunk. Dean was on the couch sobbing what seemed uncontrollably. You quickly walk over there and touch him. He quickly looks up and pulls out holy water. "This isn't funny sam!" He says throwing holy water on you which all that does is make you wet.
"Dean stop" he says walking towards her "I went threw the whole process" dean stands up
"Y/n? Is that actually you?"
You nod and quickly run to him and hug in tight. He breaks down
"babe, I don't understand"
"None of us do" you mutter into his shoulder. You pull back, as you lift your shirt and tell him the story of how you think someone yanked you out if hell. He shakes his head and sits on the bed pulling him next to you. He pulls you down you wind up right next to him, your faces are inches apart you can smell the alcohol on his breath. You lean in and kiss him he taste of whiskey and salty tears. You pull away to breath you roll off of him and lay down exhausted from the day's events before you go to sleep you grab one of deans shirts for pajamas. You curl up next to him letting his heat sink in as he falls asleep he's arms wrapped around you protectively. You can't sleep because every time you close your eyes you see hell. But you don't mind listening to his steady breath. You stay like that till he wakes
A/n: I'm going to try to post every other day. But im going on vacation next week. I'll try to post.
~meagan
