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Not Really Gone

(ALICE POV)

Dean had just gotten out of the hospital. Sam and I'd asked him if he wanted to burn her body. And of course as expected he'd said no.

When we got home to the bunker he ran to his room, locked the door, and didn't come out for hours and hours.

We instead decided to bury her, a few miles from the bunker, near her favorite clearing in the forest with the waterfall.

Sam and I went ahead and got ready. She didn't have a funeral or anything. We just buried her, said words and left. Dean decided not to go. He was still being too hard on himself about it.

Sam walked into his room to comfort him. Cas and Miya just popped into the bunker to make sure we were all right.

"So... Has Azuraphene and Podities found out yet? About Zee?"

Miya shook her head and I let out a sigh of relief.

"We're very sorry Alice. We know how much she meant to you."

"It's uh..  it's fine Cas. I'll be fine."

He smiled and walked somewhere random in the massive-ass bunker.

"Yeah... Totally fine."

(ZEE POV)

I gasped as my eyes shot open, and I couldn't see anything. I felt around with my hands and I was somewhere cold and wet. I stared coughing, and my voice was raspy and hardly able to speak.

"S Sam? Dean? Help."

I felt around again for a latch, anything like that. I smirked when I found one and popped it open. I breathed in as much air as possible when I reached the surface, rolling into my back and coughing.

I had no clue where I was. But it definitely didn't look like I was in Lebanon anymore. I decided to walk to the nearest gas station and get some water, food, and other stuff.

It took a while but I'd made it. I immediately rushed into the bathroom and slightly lifted up my shirt. The wound was completely gone, and I was still alive.

I bought a bag of chips and a bottle of water then headed to the register.

"Um hello? Excuse me, sorry. I kind of got lost on my drive back home... Could you be so kind as to tell me where I am?"

The man at the front desk smiled.

"Pawnee, Oklahoma."

My eyes widened and I nodded after paying. I decided to rent a motel room for awhile until I could make it back home.

I walked inside and the man at the front desk eyes widened and he stared at me.

"Oh my god! Are you okay? You need a doctor?!"

"No I uh.. I got lost and wrecked on the way home. I'm fine though, just some scratches." I sheepishly smiled at him in return. He handed me a pair of keys and bid me farewell.

I didn't have my cellphone and my clothes were dirty and bloody. I quickly ran to my room to take a shower and get some sleep. I opened the door and turned on the lights, walking to the bathroom. Carefully, I lifted up my shirt to see if the wound on my stomach was still there. It wasn't, instead, there was a large scar stretching from my waist to the top of my ribs.

Huh? Must've gotten these after I healed Dean. Thank God this wasn't him.

I sighed as I turned on the hot water and took a long shower. Afterwards I slipped on a grey tank top and black shorts, then walked over to the medicine cabinet and grabbed some gauze. Luckily, there was whiskey in a cabinet in the kitchen.