Winchester or Angel?

6. Past

I wake up to Angel by Sarah McLachlan, and I look around to realize I'm in bed.

Dean must have put me in bed after I'd fallen asleep at song 42.

I get up and check my phone. It's 10:30, and song 216 is playing.

I forgot I had that much music.

"Good morning, sleepy head."

I freeze, realizing that the voice I just heard does not belong to Dean.

Glancing over, I notice the man who owns the voice is rummaging through the mini fridge.

Attempting to seem like I'm still groggy, I go over to where my duffel bag is. I look through it slowly, making it unapparent I'm looking for my hand gun.

As soon as I find it, I take hold and whip around, aiming it at the stranger.

"Who the hell are you?" I demand.

The giant, towering at I'm estimating 6'5", was facing away when I pointed the gun, but turns to face me as he says "I'm - woah! Where did you get that?"

"Doesn't matter. Answer my question - who are you?"

"I'm Sam Winchester. Dean's little brother."

Putting away my gun, I apologize. "Sorry, but there's nothin' little about you. Is there?" Adding that last part with a raised eyebrow.

"What? No. Yes. Wait - what?" Sam flusters.

Dean then walks in the front door.

"SO! I've got breakfast burritos, sausage croissant sandwiches, bacon, and banana cream pie! Anyone hungry?" Dean looks up from the food he's carrying to find Sam blushing and me drooling (over the food). "What's goin on?"

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Letting out a belch, I challenge "Beat that!"

Sam belches, and I swear aloud. "Damn! Now that's a burp. I don't know how you can top that one, Dean."

Then he does. At me. Making me fall back in my chair.

Both of the boys rush to my aid. "Woah, are you alright?" Dean asks.

Grasping their outstretched hands, I allow them to hoist me off the floor. "Yep. Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Dean just needs to be careful of where he aims next time."

"Yeah, Dean." Sam agrees.
"Thank you Sammy. We don't want me ending up back in the hospital." I reply.

Sam and Dean both freeze, then Dean is the first to speak. "Wait, back in the hospital?"

I wince, stand silent for a minute, and mentally face palm myself for slipping up.

"Yep. Can we sit down?" I head over to the couch. Sam sits down next to me, and Dean pulls up a chair, setting it backwards, but sitting on it facing us anyway.

"About ten years ago, when I was sixteen, I was in a car crash. Both my parents and my little brother died, but I survived. I don't even know how or why. I didn't have anything to fight for; no family left to care for me, my music career wasn't taking off, and my boyfriend was still in a coma from when his ex-girlfriend pushed him down the stairs about three weeks before.

"I barely even knew Erin. She was some writer I met on Wattpad almost six months previous. I mean, we did meet up in person, as she was also living in Nashville. Even though we hadn't known each other long, and I have no idea how she found out, but she visited me in the hospital. She was there every day, and every hour she could for a week. When I came to, she was just arriving.

"I was going to be put into the system, but she saved me from that. Erin helped me fight for emancipation, and we won. She and I then got an apartment together, and with her help, I was able to finish school."

I start to tear up again, remembering how much Erin cared, how often she was there for me. Also remembering Collin.

"During my senior year, Collin passed away. His family couldn't handle keeping him barely alive, and the bills were piling up. So, after a year of caring for their son in a coma, they turned off the life support. Erin was my rock during my time of grief. I never would have gotten through without her.

"After high school, and with her help, I juggled a job and music school. After I graduated, I started trying to get some kind of notice. I sang at restaurants, played piano, violin. Heck, I've even been a busker. Finally, I landed second chair in the Nashville Orchestra. That was our big break. That's how we were able to afford the house we've been living in for the past five years. We were both keeping jobs, but we were happy with our careers. Then she dies at age 30!"

I break down all over again, wishing there was something I could do to bring her back.

Then it hits me.

There's a way!

I know what I have to do.

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