Being a Winchester: Full Moon

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I am soooooooooooooooooooo tired. Kiowa do the disclaimer.

Kiowa: What? Why? I'm trying to get out of here, not help you!

Zorlia: So? Everyone else is gone off on break and you were stupid enough to stay and think of getting out of Disclaimer duty. Now do it!

Kiowa: Grr. Fine! Zorlia doesn't own Supernatural or New moon, because she's not cool enough for that.

Zorlia: ......Of course I'm not cool enough, I'm smoking hot!

Kiowa: *facepalm* You are hopeless.

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I hated this. Seeing her like this. Hooked up to machines in the hospital bed. They said she was lucky. If I had gotten there a second later....

Damn it, I'm crying again.

~~Aisling's POV~~

I opened my eyes slowly, and what do you know, I see myself.

Frowning I looked around. I'm in the hospital, that much is for sure, but why am I here?

Shouldn't I be dead?

"Embry, you have to eat." I turned, seeing Sam Uley, he was walking to a hospital bed that my body was laying in. Embry was beside me, holding my hand.

"Not until she wakes up." He said, no....growled. It was, kinda feral. Scary.

"I understand what you're feeling, but she's not going to like it if you starve yourself. The doctor said-"

"I know what the doctor said! I was there Sam! 'She'll wake up in a few hours, or by tomorrow afternoon.' Well, until then, I'm staying here." Embry was standing now, glaring at Sam. I expected Sam to back down, but he just gazed cooly at Embry's trembling form.

"Calm down, you don't want to-"

"I am calm! Trust me, I am anything but out of control. I may be a newbie to this, life," He spat the word as if it was a curse. "But, I at least know when to keep my temper reigned in." This, got a reaction from Sam. He looked like he just got punched in the gut by some pro wrestler. Then, I saw rage, but he seemed to swallow it and clenched his jaw.

"I understand that you're-"

"How in the hell do you understand how I feel? She's like this because I left her. I left her, because of you. Sorry, if I seem tense when around you. If you had just let me see her, instead of 'softening the blow'," He made air quotations. "By breaking up with her over the phone, things might be different. I would known." Embry sat down, emotionally spent. "I would of known." He whispered.

I was confused, but I could tell that whatever anger that was with Sam earlier, was gone now. He seemed, sad, and regretful.

"I know that I can't say that I'm sorry enough times. But, you have to understand, Embry, at that time you were dangerous around others. You could of," He sighed and shook his head. "You know. I know, from personal experience. I know how you feel. The guilt, the self inflicted fury that you were the one that put her in the hospital bed. I know how you feel. And, I know that she would want you to eat something instead of starve." He said softly. Embry seemed to deflate, his shoulders sagging.

"I know. It's just, she's so pale. And it hurts. I, feel like I'm dying, seeing her like this." He paused, staring at my sleeping face. I took notice of how pale I was, I blended in with the freaking sheets. I didn't know I'd look like that. And, I didn't think Embry would react this way. I know that he'd feel bad and stuff but....

"I never stopped, you know." Embry said, as if musing to himself. I looked to see Sam's reaction, but he was gone. Was Embry really talking to himself?

"Even after I had to break up with you, I didn't stop loving you Ash. I-I felt so stupid after saying those things to you. I wanted to come back and beg for you to forgive and forget, but....if I did, I would of put you in danger. So, I decided leaving you, was safer for you. I tried, really, I wanted to forget all those things we did together, to make the pain go away. But, I couldn't. I think that I have loved you from the beginning. Heh, see, you have me saying cheesy lines from some chick flick. I must be in love with you." He, he was talking to me?

"I'm so sorry. I know that saying it won't change things, and that it doesn't excuse it, but God am I sorry. I am sorry." Embry was crying, he clung to my hand and cried. I've, never seen him cry before. I find it slightly beautiful. I don't like the fact that he's sad, but....watching him cry over me, touches my heart. I, can't believe I thought ending my life would be so simple, or that I thought of it at all. I know that things were bad, but....don't I believe in working things out? Whether it means a screaming match or a break up, so long as there's an understanding? Why didn't I fight it?

Why?

"She doesn't really like God you know." I looked behind me to see Sam and Dean, both looking slightly upset. Sam went to the other side of the bed, and moved a strand of hair away from my face. Dean stood at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed and a frown on his face.

"Stop blubbering. It's not your fault, or, actually....it is. I don't know what you did, but I'm sure it had something to do with it." Dean snapped, going full on rant mode. "But, it wasn't just your fault, otherwise she'd just kick the shit out you for revenge. Trust me, I have personal experiance." I smiled at that. I told him not to eat all the apple pie.

"Besides, it's kinda our faults too. We kept too much from her, and we didn't treat her like family." Sam said, softening the blows that Dean had made. Embry looked at my brothers, then to me, and smiled.

"My name's Embry. You must be Sam and Dean." He said, nodding to them when saying their names. They didn't say anything at first.

"You know, I saw an article once, on the Internet of course, and it showed an interesting story. IT was about this guy who had tortured and killed some people in another state. They had a picture of the guy and everything, it said his name was Dean." Sam and Dean tensed. Dean went to say something but Embry went on, staring at me.

"But, I don't remember his last name. It's just that your name reminded me of him. Heh, I find it kinda funny, because now that I see you, I realized that you look completely different from the picture in the article." I gasped. Embry......

It was an obvious lie. They had the right picture. And he knew the last name.

But he overlooked all the dirty details of my brothers, for me.

He, ignored the facts.

He accepted them.

He, just won me over again.