Being a Winchester: Full Moon

Awakening

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I opened my eyes slowly, seeing nothing but a blank ceiling. I itched, a lot. Damn, they need better blanket here.

Wait, where am I?

Don't tell me Heaven has itchy blankets!

Turning my head I saw Embry beside the bed that I was in. Why was he here? What happened? I remember calling him, wanting him to know I still loved the idiot. Then I got the knife and.....nothing. Blinking, I opened my mouth, surprised at how dry it was.

"Embry?" I whispered. Embry gasped, and closed his eyes. Was he crying? No, there's no way he'd cry for me now, right?

"Ash." He croaked, giving me a shaky smile. "You're awake." I nodded my head, confused. What was going on here? grasping my hand tightly, he repeated my name a bunch of times. Now I'm even more confused. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and gave my hand another tight squeeze.

"Never." He whispered to me. "Never do anything like that again. I don't care how bad things might seem, but don't you ever do that to me again. Please Aisling. Please." He begged. At first, I wanted to shout, I wanted to scream at him. What does he care? He left me, therefore he shouldn't care if I decide to die or not. Frankly, I don't have to promise him anything.

But........

There's something in me, something that hasn't been there in a long time, and it's telling me to trust him. For some strange reason, I want to.....no. For some absurd reason, I have forgiven Embry. When in a normal world, I wouldn't have, but I just can't muster any negative feeling to him.

Why?

Why don't I hate him?

Why do I still love him?

"Hey, hey, looks like Sleeping Beauty decided to finally wake up." Is it possible to get whiplash from simply moving your head to the side? Because my neck didn't take to kindly to me suddenly changing the position of my head to see the hospital door.

Where Dean stood with a cup of coffee in his hand. Walking over to Embry, he handed him the coffee.

"Here kid, you look like the living dead, and trust me, I would know." He said, punching Embry lightly on the shoulder. Embry chuckled and took the coffee, taking a drink.

"Thanks, for a moment I thought I was going to join her in dreamland. Where's Sam at?" Embry asked before looking around Dean.

"Talking with the docs. Something about releaseing her to our custody. Appearently, they don't think we're good supervision for the twerp." Dean said, sending me a look.

Okay, before I continue with their conversation, I need to say something.

WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON????

Dean, is back, in all his damned big brotherness, and is talking to Embry. Not only that, but he's talking to Embry and getting along. Is this a dream, or a nightmare? Because I don't know.

"Yeah. Hey, if they don't let you guys release her, I can ask my mom. She wouldn't mind and, I'm sure they wouldn't have a problem with how she babysits teenagers." Embry said, smirking. Dean laughed and moved out of Embry's way as he got up. When he reached the door, Embry turned to me.

"I'll be back later with some food. I know you don't like hospital food, so I'll head out. I'll call my mom as I'm doing that too." He said, smiling softly. I just nodded my head, still feeling like Alice in Wonderland.

"Hey, get Sam with you. We need some pie." Dean ordered, sitting down in the chair that Embry was just residing in. With a quick nod and another look at me, Embry left the room.

"I'm dead." I said, finally coming to the logical answer. "There is no way that this would actually happen so......I'm dead. I'm dead and stuck in some twisted version of Heaven. That's got to be it."

"No, but you almost did die. And, I have one simple question due to that tiny fact. What in the damned Hell were you thinking Aisling?" Dean all but shouted at me in a hushed tone. We learned a long time ago not to shout in hospital rooms, nurses tended to think the patient was being disturbed when that happened.

"I don't know? That I was alone? My brother was dying, and I didn't find out until 7 months after the fact! Not only that, Embry and I.....what the hell is going on here? Why are you guys acting like the best of freaking pals? Why is he here? Why.....ARRRHG!" I was just so frustrated. Dean had that affect on people.

"I didn't want you to worry! You and Sam both! I know what happened, I know what will happen, and I'd do again! I don't know what happened between you and your boyfriend, but frankly right now I don't give damn! That is no excuse to just give up. That is not the Aisling Winchester I know." Dean shouted back, glaring at me. I narrowed my eyes.

"We worry about you because your family stupid! Just for fucking second can you think about others? Yes, I know Sam died. And he shouldn't of died. And, it-DAMMIT DEAN! You and Dad are just the fucking same aren't you? You can't let bygons be bygons. You see other family's friends die, or be killed way before their time, and do you say 'well, there is a way for them to come back to life. It just involves a deal with Demon.' No! Why? BECAUSE IT'S NOT NATURAL DEAN! When you die, you die, go to heaven and do whatever the fuck you want because it's paradise. You don't go selling your soul to revive them! It's not a fair trade! I don't care what you tell me, because one soul for another is stupid. Your not God Dean. No matter how much you act like you are." I snapped. Dean stood up and paced at the foot of the bed.

"So what, you'd rather Sam be dead? That he was dead and I'm still here?" He asked, glaring at me.

"No! You're not getting my point you pie obsessed freakazoid! Neither of you should die! Didn't you get pissed when Sam cured your dying heart from that whacked out priest? Huh? It's the same concept! In the hunting business people die. It's expected, and it's wrong, but it's life. You die, and that's it. I'm not saying Sam is better off dead. And Im not saying that I'm glad you're both safe for now. But....I don't want to lose one brother just to keep the other! It 's not fair!" I screamed, crying.

"Aisling!" Dean and I looked over at the door where Sam and Embry were currently at, both worried. I turned back to Dean, tears running down my face. Dean looked back me, then to Sam, and grunted. Pissed.

"Sam, let's go. Seems like she's okay here." He growled, pushing past the other two. Embry frowned at Dean, but came to my side and grabbed my hand. Sam, looked at me with a sad look, but turned and ran after Dean, probably to scold him. I took a deep breath.

"DAMN YOU DEAN WINCHESTER!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and leaned back crying my eyes out.