Hope is a Dangerous Thing [EDITING]

Chapter Twelve

My eyes opened up. The white light of a hospital was around me. I groaned as I tried to get up out of my bed. The IVs uncomfortably being tugged at the thought of movement. My body almost made me want to threw up as the IVs tugged at me. My dogs were laying at the foot of the bed. No doubt cloaked as no one had a reaction. Cas and Sam sat to the right of me. James and Dean sat next to me on the left. Bright white. Blinding white light. I kept my eyes down as I kept my body completely still now. Dean looked completely angered. My body was pale. Lack of blood. Still a lack of blood. Blood dripping into one of my IVs. Body so weak. My eyes closed.

I opened my eyes back up again into the bright light of the hospital once more. The others had shifted but my dogs hadn't. My eyes moved down to them, Loki moved up to meet me, his head on my armpit. He sadly licked my face. He had never seen me like this. I hadn't even seen myself like this. My eyes drifted to the others. Sam and Dean sat next to each other now. Cas and James were in the corner talking. Both of them turning to me. Their eyes drifted to me. Our eyes were completely locked.

"Look who's up," Cas smiled as he looked me over. "You really took a hit with that car crash."

I looked around the hospital room, "Where are we? I mean...I know we're in a hospital but where are we?"

"Topanga, California. Next person on your list. September of 1970," Cas smiled and turned at me. Dean looked completely mad as he looked me over. He looked like I should have died. I wish I had died when I was down there.

I nodded and looked down at my hands which were filled with IVs, "Yeah. Of course."

Sam gripped one of my hands carefully. My eyes were completely tired and I wanted to go back to sleep. But I had to keep them open. I couldn't completely finish my mission if I was asleep. My eyes were tired. I was tired. Sam looked at me. His eyes were all over me in worry. I kept my eyes down on the IVs.

"I feel so weak," I whispered. "I lost a lot of blood I think. Did I loose a lot of blood."

"Pretty much everything except for a pint," Sam chuckled. "Good thing you're not human."

I chuckled as well, my ribs struggling against the laughter, "I mean, that's one thing my heritage is more hell than human. I'm indestructible!"

Cas raised a finger, "Not really. You can actually die. At least your physical form. Your body can just take more damage than the normal human being but you can still die."

I pouted and attempted to cross my arms, "Couldn't let me have my superhero moment, could you Cas?"

"Uhhh...no. Sorry." The angels hugged and looked down at his own hands. I shook my head and looked over at Sam.

Sam and I smiled as if we were small children, "I'm a superhero Sam, I'm a real superhero."

"I guess you could be," Sam chuckled and looked me over. "Indestructible is a good power to have young one."

I smiled and kept my head down. The room fell silent around me. James opened his mouth as if to speak but didn't. He hadn't spoken in awhile. As if he were silenced by the world around him. I looked over at the angel. His wings were folded against his back. He smiled at me, waving lightly. I waved back then turned back to Sam.

"So what would my superhero name be?" I asked excitedly as I looked at Sam.

Sam shrugged with a huge dopey smile on his face, "We'll think on it, how about that?"

I nodded and laid back. I let my head fall onto the flattest pillow I ever put my head on. Sam got up and grabbed another pillow off of the other bed. He looked at me. A smile was on his face. Sam waved his hand. I smiled and lifted myself up with a little bit of trouble. He replaced my flat pillow with the better one and smiled at me.