>>>>Part 5
It isn't every day that you get hit by a car. I mean, I've probably been hit by everything else. Frying pans, bricks, crowbars, and well, you get the point.
I wake up on a beaten up old couch. Two pillows supporting my head, and several more supporting my legs and arms. Damn, my body hurts. I lift my head to look around. Doesn't seem like anybody's home.
Slowly, I get up. It hurts, but I think I can manage. Seconds later I realize I thought wrong. I can't just stay here though. So I crawl. Sure, it seems ridiculous, but it's not like I can magically heal myself and walk out of here like nothing ever happened.
Suddenly a man comes in. I don't remember much of what happened after I was hit, but I do remember two men coming out of their car.
"I'd take it easy if I were you," he says, rushing over and helping me back on the couch. I don't say anything yet. All I can do right now is accept his help and act innocent.
He smiles and sits down beside me. "Hi," he says. "My name is Sam. Are you feeling okay?"
I just look at him. I can't show what I am feeling, I can't tell him why I can't show it, and I definitely am not okay. Frankly, from what I have seen in movies, nodding your head is the best way to do it.
I nod, keeping my head down in the process. Sam starts speaking again.
"Listen, we are really sorry about hitting you with our car. Uhm, before you blacked out, you told my brother that you didn't want to be taken to a hospital. I mean, you were, you are seriously injured. Why wouldn't you want professional help?"
"I didn't want them to bother with me. There are plenty of people out there much worse than me, and they deserve to be taken care of."
I was only partly lying. The people part was true, but I also didn't want the doctors, or anybody for that matter to find out what I was. It is too much, even for me to handle. I don't even know how much more of this demon thing I can take.
"I see. So, what's your name?" Sam asks.
I am not ready for that either. "Could I get some water please?" I ask, ending the discussion.
When Sam comes back, he brings another man with him. This man is ridden with guilt.
"Hey...uh. I'm Dean."
