My One and Only

Hey Jude

I woke up to find Dean holding my hand and Sammy standing near him. "Dean? Sam?" I asked. Dean got a big smile on his face and Sam engulfed me in a hug. I hugged him back groaning a little from the pain. "How are you guys feeling?" I asked. "I'm fine," Sam said. "I'm just peachy," Dean said. "Liar," I mumbled to Dean, seeing him in the wheelchair, which earned a small chuckle from both Sam and Dean. "Yeah, well. I'm making it. How bout' you? How are you feeling?" Dean asked. "Like I almost died," I said, giving a small smile to them. "How's John?" I asked. They both looked at me with sad faces, and Dean finally said, "He's, uh, he's gone." I felt tears rush to my eyes and let one fell as Sam said, "Y/N we are so sor-" I cut him of by saying, "No. It's... How did he die?" I asked letting another tear fall. Dean looked to Sam and Sam said, "I found on the floor of his hospital room. He was shot...with the last bullet of the Colt." I felt weak. "Azazel?" I asked. "Yeah. We think he did it," Dean said. I looked up to the ceiling of my hospital room, and squeezed Dean's hand. "When's the funeral?" I asked. "Whenever you can get out of here," Sam replied. I nodded my head. I made small talk with Dean and Sam until my doctor finally came in. "Hi Y/N. Glad to see you're awake. I am Doctor Jones. I was in charge of you while you were in your coma. Do you remeber anything that happened?" he asked. I nodded my head a little and said, "Yeah. There was a car accident. Semi on Impala," I said, my face fell as I asked Dean, "Oh my God. How's Baby?" Everyone let out a little chuckle and Doctor Jones said, "That's right. You were in a horrible car accident and no one was sure whether you would wake up or not. Somehow, you managed to wake up. Some miracle allowed you to wake up. Unfortunately that miracle didn't heal you all the way," the Doctor said, "You have lost a lot of blood, you have multiple scars and wounds that you need to keep clean, and lastly, you have a broken leg." I sighed as I looked at my body all broken and bruised. "How long til I can leave?" I asked him. "Earliest, four days," he said. I nodded my head and Dean asked, '"Can I stay with her?" The doctor looked at him and said, "Sir, I would say yes, but the truth is you barely made it too. You need to stay in your hospital bed." Dean's face fell to a sad one. "But," the doctor continued, "I can put you in a joint room, that can fit two hospital beds, if you both want." Dean smiled and said, "Yes, please." I grinned and said, "That would be great. Thanks." The doctor left to get a nurse to move us. Staying in the hospital with Dean by side made me feel safe. Sam also stayed with us. He slept on a cot. We chatted most of the time, and ate crappy hospital food. Dean was able to get out a couple days earlier than me, but refused and told them he wanted to stay. I got out a few days later. I was in crutches and I looked horrible, but there was only one thing on my mind--John. John was dead and we needed to give him a proper hunter's funeral. Sam careied my stuff out to the car, and Dean stayed behind to help me get around in my crutches. I got to the Impala and Dean let Sam drive as he sat in the back with me.
~A Few Hours Later~
It was nighttime. Dean, Sam and I were in a cemetery. We built John s little alter and put his body on top. We lit him on fire and watched his body erode in flames. Tears started coming down as I started limping away unable to watch. After a while, Dean and Sam went to the Impala, which was where I was. We all climb in and went to a nearby motel. They only had single beds, so we had to get two rooms. Dean and Sam went to one, and I went to the other. In the middle of the night, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to find Dean. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked tiredly. "I was worried about you," he said. "That's sweet. Come on in," I said. He came in and we both sat on the bed. "Thank you Dean," I said. "For what?" he asked. "For being here...Will you stay with me tonight?" I asked. Dean smiled and said, "Yes." We both laid back and got under the covers. I snuggled onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me. "When I was a kid, I used to have nightmares about my dad dying," I said, "John would come into my room and he would tell me a bedtime story and then when I was almost asleep, he sang to me. He only sang a couple of different songs. My favorite was Hey Jude. Out of all the songs, that was the ine that gave me the most hope," I said. "Sounds nice," Dean said, listening intently to my story. "Yeah...I wish this was a nightmare he could sing away," I said. Dean hugged me tighter. We laid there in silence, and then, when I was almost asleep, I heard Dean sing the words, "
Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better"
I fell aleep to Dean's soft voice in his warm embrace, and I felt safe again. Like there was hope in my world once again.

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~Caela~