Memories of You

Chapter 10

Ellen, Jo, and Bobby weren't able to make the trip to New London, Connecticut, where the closest hospital was to Mystic, so Bobby told the boys to "bring my niece home for good." The Winchesters swore it on their lives.

Dean's broken arm wasn't as bad as it could've been. His elbow was dislocated in the "fight" (the brothers were sticking with the story that your crazy ex-boyfriend tried to kill you and Sam and Dean came to defend your honor) and they managed to pop it back into place and cast it up. He'd be in said cast for about 6 weeks.

Sam unintendedly skipped meals in order to stay by your side while you recovered in the hospital. But it only took two days being admitted for the nurses taking care of you to notice the sounds Sam's stomach made when he got hungry, so they started inquiring as to what he wanted and were happy to feed him 3 square meals a day for the time you were gonna be spending there. They also brought him a blanket and pillow to sleep on the recliner in your hospital room. Sam was grateful, and a little embarrassed that his stomach got him in trouble.

A week later and you were still unconscious, though your wounds were finally starting to show signs of healing. Dean walked in to find Sam eating what should've been your lunch, sighing as he closed the door.

"Dude, you need to get out of here."

"Why?" Sam said mid-chew. "If she wakes up and I'm not here, then what?"

"Sam, the doctor said Y/N's not gonna wake up any time soon. Her head and chest injuries were too severe and are gonna take time to heal before she'll regain conscious. But you," Dean walked over to Sam and grabbed the tray of food he was eating.

"Hey!" Sam protested, "I was eating that!"

"You need to get out. Go get some fresh air, go for a drive, read a book, something. You're gonna suffocate yourself in here."

"How would you know that?"

"Because I, little brother, pay attention to you and your weird habits. Y/N's gonna be okay. She's in the best place right now. Please. Go stretch those freakishly long legs for yours. For me."

Sam looked at his brother, then looked down at you.

"You still don't remember her, do you Dean?" Sam said in a quiet voice.

Sadness filled Dean's gut. "No. I can't even say she looks familiar. I honestly have never seen her before in my life before the basement and the demon."

Sam could feel tears starting to well up in his eyes. He fought them back. "I wish you could remember her."

"Me too."

Sam furrowed his brow and looked at Dean. "Really?"

Dean looked at Sam. "Really. If what you told me is true... I think she could be good for you, Sammy. You deserve to be happy for once in your life."

"Dean," Sam said as he walked towards the door, opening it. "She was good for me."

He let that sentence ponder in his older brother's brain as he left.

Stepping outside, he knew Dean was right. There was no telling how long you were going to remain hospitalized and he couldn't become a problem now. So he decided to take a walk. It was actually a beautiful breezy day outside and the hospital was right by a large pond, complete with ducks and geese grazing the nearby grass. He walked over and sat down on a bench, taking in the seaside scenery. He pulled out his phone and tried to send a text to let Dean know where he was, but...

"Damn," Sam mused, holding his phone up towards the sky, "no signal."

Oh well, Sam thought. Guess I'll just be by myself for a little while.