The Young Hunter: The Hunter's Daughter Book 2 (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter 2: Back to Bobby's

I wake up to a beeping noise and I slowly open my eyes. It's dark and, at first, I panic because I don't know where I am. I quickly sit up. No, I think to myself. I got out.

I then take in my surroundings. I was in a room with white walls and white flooring. A tv is turned off in the corner and a chair is set off to the side. I lay on a bed wearing a hospital gown, bandages cover my arms and the rest of my body. A bag of liquid is connected to me through a needle and I slowly lay back down.

I'm in a hospital. I sigh with relief and close my eyes. I open them again a little later to find that the sun has come up. I must have fallen back asleep. I slowly sit up and look to see Sammy sitting in the lone chair, a book in hand.

"Sam?" I say, touching my head, a pain shooting through me.

"Hey," he says, coming to kneel next to my bed. "Take it easy." He then hands me a thing of water and I greedily suck the cool liquid from the straw.

"What happened?" I ask as I adjust myself into a better sitting position.

Sam grabs the chair and scoots closer to the bed. "You fainted," Sam says. "You've been out for about three days. You lost a lot of blood."

"Where's Dean?"

"Getting food. He'll be back soon. Though he'll be disappointed he wasn't here when you woke up," he says, picking his book back up.

"What are you reading?" I ask, looking around the room suddenly feeling drowsy.

"A book about vampires," Sam says with a laugh. "Bobby gave it to me. Said I might find something, but so far, nothing but the stereotypes."

Dean walks in and stops when he sees me awake. "You're up," he says, bags in his hands. He looks down at them, suddenly awkward. "How are you feeling?"

When he looks back up I notice tears forming and I press my lips together so that I won't cry myself. "Like Hell, but better than what I felt like a couple days ago."

He smiles and hands one of the bags to Sam. "Good," he says looking down again.

"I'm going to go use the restroom," Sam says. He puts his bag of food off to the side and exits the room, leaving Dean and I alone.

Dean sits in the chair and grabs my hand. "I'm glad you're okay," he says, a stray tear running down his face.

"Me too, Dad," I say, not able to contain it anymore. I begin crying and Dean pulls me to him in a tight hug.

"Hey," he says. "You're okay. You're safe now."

"I was so scared," I sob into his shirt. "I thought he was going to kill me. It got to a point I was hoping he would."

Dean soothes my hair as he holds me. "I know," I hear him choke out. "You're going to be okay. Daddy's here now. I'm here."

We stay like for awhile, but I eventually pull away. I wipe my cheeks and he does the same. "When can we leave?" I ask.

"As soon as we talk to the doctor," he says, leaning back in the chair.

I nod, all of a sudden feeling exhausted again. "What did you tell them?"

Dean shrugs. "We told them that it was none of their damn business and they just went with it."

My eyes widen. "Seriously? Wow."

He laughs. "Let me go get the doctor and then we can get out of here."

***

About an hour later we hit the road. We drive for about three days, Sam and Dean switching as drivers every so often, until we get to Bobby's. I need help being carried up the steps, but other than that my walking was getting better.

When Bobby sees me he gives me a big hug. "How are you feeling?" He asks me.

"I've been better," I say with a laugh. I see Castiel standing off to the side and I give him a hug. He awkwardly returns it.

I laugh and I look around. "Where' Michael?" I ask.

Bobby looks to the boys. "You haven't told her yet?"

I feel my heart fall. "Tell me what?" I ask as I begin to panic.

"We didn't want to say anything yet," Dean says. "You just woke up, but I guess we need to now."

"Dad," I say, swallowing hard. "What happened?"

Dean looks to the other guys and they all leave the room. "Come sit down with me," he says. We do and he gives me a sympathetic look. "When Chester stabbed you, Michael lost it. He... tried charging the vampires and was knocked out."

"Dad," I say. "Is he-"

"No," Dean says, shaking his head. "He's still alive. But... He's been asleep for quite some time. He's in a coma, Emma."

My heart speeds up. No! I think to myself. He needs to be okay. At least he's still alive. I take a deep breath and look at Dean. "Where is he?"

Dean takes my arm and we slowly climb the stairs. We open a door and I nearly burst into tears when I see Michael's limp form laying on one of the beds. "Bobby has been playing nurse for the last couple weeks," Dean says. "Michael has been pretty stable. We think he'll wake up any day now."

I limp into the room and sit down next to him. "Michael?" I say but receive no answer. When I look up, Dean is gone, leaving the two of us alone. I take the boys hand and lay my head down on his chest.

His breathing is light and his heartbeat is faint, but it's there. I close my eyes and just listen. I think I feel him move and I quickly sit up and just stare at him. After a moment, though, I sigh and lay back down next to him.

"Wake up," I plead. "Soon. I miss you." I don't get a response. I close my eyes again and soon I am fast asleep.