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"It's not a goodbye, it's a see you later"
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You woke up in a daze, gasping for air that you lost, staring up into a white ceiling, confused you looked around yourself wondering how you got here, memories flooding in, swarming your brain of worry, for the three people in your life you care deeply about, "John!" You yelled hoping he would hear you, struggling to get up out of the bed you managed to get a foot out from under the sheets that were tightly pulled under the bed.
The weight of your foot pulled you off the bed and onto the cold, hard, hospital tiled floor, crying out in pain from your aching body hitting the surface hard, "dean! Sam!" You called out the last two names, hoping at least one of the Winchester boys will come running into your room and telling you that they are all okay. "Y/n!" A voice yelled looking up at the door you just caught sight of the youngest brother run into the room.
Running over to you the boy pulled you up, "Sam what happened?" You asked him "where's John?" You added desperately once the boy sat you on the uncomfortable bed.
Sighing Sam sat next to you, "y/n we were in a car accident last night, Dad's fine in the other room just woke up as well, dean, dean's not" he trailed off at the end the mere thought of his brother leaving pained him,
"Sam can I see him?" You asked him your big e/c eyes stared into his big ones, nodding his head he got up to leave, you laid back onto the bed, not having the energy to stop the tears cascading down your rosy cheeks, "hey" I deep voice whispered, lifting your head slowly you caught sight of the man, that you and his sons have been looking for, for so long.
"John" You whispered "haven't really gotten the chance to talk to you yet, huh?" You asked him wiping the tears away from your cheeks with a slight sniffle at the end "I'm sorry for that sweetheart" he told you, rolling his wheelchair up next to your bed, placing a hand on your own.
You looked into his enchanting brown eyes, not knowing what to say "I've missed ya" he told you softly, his thumb slightly stroking the back of your hand. Struggling to stand up he stood before you leaning against the bed you lay on.
You nodded you head "I missed you too John" you told him not looking at him. Raising a hand to your face he placed his pointer and middle finger under your chin lifting your face to him, "I realised while I was away, how much I care for ya, I deeply care for ya y/n and wish for no harm to be done to you and I know that is hard to ask since our line of work, but I wouldn't be able to bare the thought of you getting hurt" he told you his thumb now starting to stroke the left over tears away from you face.
"And I need you to know I love ya no matter what" he told you cupping both sides of your face "John, your scaring me" you told him, the way he just exposed his feelings scared you, your heart skipped at this news but the way he was saying it was like it was his last.
