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Alone.

._._._.Still Deans prospective._._._._.

'Beep ... Beep ... Beep..' I open my eyes and look around. I'm in a hospital room. "S... A..... M..?" I ask in a hoarse, raspy voice. He looks up from his hands. "Dean?" He gives me a hug. "Uh.... carefull... crowley was right," I mumble. He backs up and looks at me like I'm crazy. "You A͟r͟e͟ a moose." He chuckles and sits back down. "Uh....... Sammy?" I ask more weakly then I liked. "Where is he?" I ask searching his face. "Ill take you to him when you're released." He says sadly. I can tell on his face he's trying not to cry. A stab of guilt, pain and worry surges through my body. "Ah. I see your awake." says a black man with white hair and a lab coat as he walks in. "I'm doctor Grey." He says picking up my chart. "If you have any questions or-" "When do I get out?" I demand in a hoarse voice cutting him off. He looks a little annoyed, but answers my question. "If all goes well, tomorrow. But we're going to keep you in here overnight. Just for precautions." I nod. He hands Sam some papers. "I just need you to sign these paper mister.....?" "Sam... Uh... Jenkins." He says grabbing the papers. The Doctor puts a needle full of chloroform or something in my I.V. tube. And I start falling asleep. "Wa... you put...." I say slurring my words. "It will just help you sleep. I will check on you tomorrow. Have a good night Mr. Dean." I fall asleep before he could say anything else.

So, that was chapter 2. Don't give up on me. It gets better. （＞ｙ＜）