unreliable | d.winchester {2}

"death doesn't stick for me."

i start to slowly hear things that were happening in the ambulance, they had me hooked up to a heart monitor. the paramedics started to rush around, talking to one another.

"how the hell is she alive?"

"no clue, her neck was snapped, it seems to be reforming."

"i've never seen this. what the hell did this to them."

"i don't know, the other guys. one had a broken leg and the other had a bad head trauma."

my consciousness was short lived as i drifted back to sleep. when i wake up again, i can open my eyes. i was in a morgue, i must have died again. i sit up, looking to my side to see my clothes next to me. i get up quickly, getting dressed assuming that dean or sam would be coming to get me.

after a few seconds of being dressed bobby comes through the door to look at the table i was once laid on, back up to me.

"belle, you're alive?" he says startled a little.

"death doesn't really stick for me bobby." i laugh a little, he comes over and hugs me quickly.

"how did you? i mean, when i asked they didn't tell me how you-?" bobby asks as he pulls away from the hug.

"snapped neck. honestly, a pretty easy way to die for the first time." i look to the ground, remembering how quick it was when that guy broke my neck.

"wait, it was you're first time dying?" i nod my head, it's quiet for a second before bobby speaks up again. "we have to go find dean and sam. let's go."

we go to the door and rush out of the morgue heading out to find the winchester's. hopefully they aren't super ruffed up. when we get to the room where dean was, we open the door to see him laying on the ground with his leg in a cast. bobby walks in first with me right behind him.

"you okay?" bobby asks, us both looking down at dean.

"bobby, you're alive." dean says looking at him astonished.

"of course i am." he says, confused.

"and belle, we saw him snap you're neck." he say looking concerned.

"well, didn't take. why are you on the floor?" i say, furrowing my eyebrows.

"they gave me morphine. a lot." bobby advances to help dean up. "hey, look, a monster broke my leg." bobby gets him up onto the bed, so that his is sitting.

"wait... the house. we thought you were dead." dean says to bobby, then turns a little to look at me. "and you just, come back from the dead?"

"i hope you didn't think i would die that easily did you?" i say laughing a little.

"well, we aren't dead. no yet." bobby says, going over to the blinds closing them. "but we got to run. this place ain't safe." bobby also grabs deans clothes handing them to him. "where's sam?"

"uh... head scan, i think." dean says, disoriented obviously.

"meet me and belle at the ambulance dock, stat. i'll find sam." bobby says quickly trying to get to the door.

"wait, where? bobby, i'm a gimp." bobby grabs the crutches beside the door giving them to him.

"hey." bobby says, putting his hand on deans face before making his way back out of the door and me following him.

"you go get sam, i'll make way to the ambulance. i shouldn't be with you guys, they'll sense me. i'll handle them if they get close to me." i say, bobby nods, at me before we walk in opposite directions.