Are We Meant to Be?

Chapter 41

I went to sleep on the couch again. I hoped I would sleep comfortably, but I didn't. I had a vivid nightmare.

I woke up from the couch. The bunker was quiet, and it was really eerie. I went to Sam's room. He seemed to be asleep, but upon closer glance, he wasn't breathing. Sammy?! I asked. I discovered he was bleeding through his stitches and gauze as well when I turned his head to get his pulse. I shook him, but it was too late. His pulse stopped. I ran to Dean's room. The same thing. Sam! Dean! No please! No! You guys can't leave me! No! I heard my phone. I pulled it out and I had 2 missed calls from each of them. I could have saved them but I didn't because I was stupid enough to fall asleep.

I woke up in a cold sweat to Dean shaking me.

"Dean?" I asked as a tear leaked my eye.

"Hey. It's ok. Nightmare?" I nodded. "Come on. Let's talk." I followed him back to his room and sat in the chair at his desk.

"How did you know I was having a nightmare?"

"You were shouting my name and Sammy's name and saying not to leave you. Will you tell me what was happening?"

"I don't want to talk about it. It's just my brain being paranoid, and it's stupid." I said. I was truthfully just scared.

"Hey. You told me my feelings weren't stupid and that it was better to let them out. Or is it me and you'd rather just tell Sam? I totally get it if that's it."

"It's not that." I took a deep breath. "I'll tell you. My dream was that I woke up off the couch and I went to Sam. He seemed to be asleep but he wasn't breathing. I turned his head to check his pulse and he was bleeding through the gauze and the stitches. His heart rate slowed and it was too late. I ran to you and it was the same thing. I pulled my phone out of my pocket because I heard a noise, and I had 2 missed calls from both of you. If I hadn't been asleep, I would have heard my phone go off and I would have saved you guys."

~Dean's POV~

She started crying again. "Hey, hey. It's ok. I'm ok and so is Sam. We are not gonna die because you fell asleep. Just relax. Breathe." She took a deep breath and relaxed a little.

"I'm just scared because you guys were hurt pretty badly, partly because it was my fault it got infected, and I can't be everywhere at once."

"I know. It's ok that you're scared. I know we got banged up really bad. It's weird. Normally bites aren't this nasty. They really tore us up. Probably so we'd bleed faster. Don't beat yourself up about the stitches. You still saved my life. I'm not mad. And I'm sorry we've been making you run around all day. Would it make you feel better if you slept in here with me?"

"Dean, no offense, but that's really inappropriate considering I'm married to Sam."

"I meant I'd sleep on the floor and you could have a bed since yours has Sam's blood all over it. I'm not trying to go anywhere with that, I was just offering a bed."

"Thanks Dean, but I'll take the couch or the floor in Sam's room. What I'm scared about is I just don't know how to not repeat the same dream."

"I don't know either. I have the same problem. My dreams sometimes repeat themselves too. You just gotta know it's fake." She nodded.

"Ok. Well, I'm gonna go talk to Sam. I'll see you once I wake up."

"Ok." I replied, not sure what else to say. I hated seeing her, Sam, or Ethan upset.

~Miranda's POV~

I walked into Sam's room, gently closing the door behind me. "Babe." I said, shaking him.

"Miranda?" He asked groggily. "Why aren't you asleep?"

"I had a nightmare and... And" I didn't even know what to say.

"It's ok. You don't have to explain. Did you want to sleep in here?"

"Yeah. I'll take the floor and a pillow."

"You can come lay with me. I changed the sheets when you were gone with Dean at the hospital. You went straight to the couch and crashed that's why I didn't tell you." I got up into bed with him. I snuggled up into his shoulder. A few tears still dripped out.

"I've got you. You don't have to be scared. It's ok. I hope you don't feel like I'm babying you either."

"I know you're not babying me. I've missed you though."

"What do you mean?"

"I've missed getting to snuggle with you and getting your hugs since you've been hurt."

"Me too babe. Now, get some sleep. I know you've gotten hardly any." I nodded. He played with my hair for a bit, and I dozed off. I woke up still snuggled into his shoulder. He shifted so I was leaning on a different part of his arm. I sat up.

"Am I making your arm hurt?"

"A little, but it's ok."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"About 7 hours or so."

"I'm sorry. I was crushing your shoulder for 7 hours? Why didn't you move me?"

"You needed sleep. I wasn't gonna wake you. It's ok. I promise."

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm much better. I'm not weak anymore and my neck barely hurts."

"Good. Dean's fine too by the way. Let's wait a few days before we find another hunt though, ok?"

"I was planning on it." We went out and joined Dean in the main room. Sam and Dean had a bro hug and it was sweet. I had to hold back my 'Awwww'. They hadn't seen each other since they got hurt.

"Uh, Sam. I have something I need to tell you about this hunt."

"What is it?"

"It's my fault. I wasn't being careful and I bumped a table. There was a glass bottle sitting on it. The bottle fell over, rolled off the table, and broke on the floor. It woke them up and they attacked us."

"Oh. Thanks for telling me. I was wondering what I heard before I blacked out." Sam replied.

"You're not mad?"

"No I'm not mad. You made a little mistake by bumping it. How many times have I screwed up and nearly gotten you killed? A lot. It's ok. We are both fine and that's what matters." Just then, Ethan came running in.

"Dean! Dad!" He said as he gave them both hugs.

"Hey E."

"Hey bud."

"Are you guys ok?"

"Yep. We're fine now."

"Good. I'm glad mommy saved you."

"Hey, you helped too E." Dean responded. Sam looked at me confused.

"Yep. Ethan helped me carry Dean down the stairs. Right bud?"

"Right. She bent down and I helped her hold up his back, daddy."

"Oh really? That's awesome buddy. Thanks for helping."

"You're welcome daddy."