I awoke with a start, coughing and spluttering. Something was jammed down my throat and it felt like I couldn't breathe. I heard someone calling for help but I was too preoccupied to know who it was.

Then a man in a white coat appeared over me, I noticed he had a medical badge pinned on.

"Alright Kristy, just calm down okay? Just relax and we'll remove this okay?" I nodded slightly trying to calm the gag reflex my body was trying to implement. I felt the doctor put a tube under my nose. "Breathe through this Kristy. It will be over soon I promise."

"Mr. Winchester, it might be good for you to hold her hand." A nurse said to someone I couldn't see. Mr Winchester? Did that mean Sam or Dean?

I felt someone take my hand and I squeezed it tightly, then his face came into view. Dean.

I stared at him joy and relief mirroring in our eyes at seeing each other. Then slowly the doctor began to remove the tube. Immediately, Dean gripped my hand as I retched and gagged around it. He moved closer to me, and began speaking softly. "You're doing great, Kris. It's almost done, almost there. Good, well done."

Then suddenly there was a small popping sound, and the tube was gone, my throat was raw and as I desperately wanted to say Dean's name, to say anything, but I couldn't. The nurse poured a glass of water and handed it to Dean. He cupped my head from the pillow, and lifted it slightly, pouring the cool refreshing water down my throat, immediately soothing and calming the irritated dry flesh it found there.

When it was finished, Dean slowly lay my head back down and stood from the edge of the bed. I stared at him with wide eyes, afraid he would leave me alone, but all he did was grab a remote off the side and push a button, which slowly began to raise the bed so I was in more of a sitting position. Then he returned to sitting next to me on the edge of the bed and retook my hand.

"Dean..." My throat was still hoarse, but I knew he heard me because he smiled, a tear slipping its way down his cheek.

The doctor cleared his throat and we both glanced to him. "Kristy, I need you to look at this light for me, okay?"

I nodded and followed the movements he made with his pen torch. Answering his questions about who the president was, what month my birthday was in and what city we were in. I recalled them all perfectly.

Eventually, the doctors were satisfied and left Dean and I alone in the room. "Dean, how did I get here?"

Dean nodded his understanding. "You've been in a coma since that day at that cinema."

"A...coma...?"

"Yeah, for 2 and a half weeks now."

"2 and a half weeks?!" I repeated almost screeching. "What happened?"

Dean sighed, expecting this question. "Well, when we left the cinema, you ran across the road, there was a car." He paused for a second. "I grabbed you and pulled you out of the way but as I did, I didn't think to protect your head. You smacked it on the pavement and here we are." Dean looked down at his hands. "If I'd have thought, if I'd have..."

I reached across and placed my hand on top of his. He glanced up at me. "Dean, what you did probably saved my life and look I'm here now. So don't blame yourself, there's no need."

Dean's eyes sparkled with tears. "God Kristy, I thought I'd never see your eyes open again."

"I thought I never see you again." Dean's brow furrowed at that. "What do you...?"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as the door creaked open and Sam walked in, "Hey Dean, I got you a coffee."

Sam froze in the doorway, the two cups of coffee he was holding falling from his hands, splashing open on the floor and spilling everywhere.

"Kristy?" He choked. He took three long strides across the room and immediately had me in his arms. He gathered me up and I hugged him back tightly. Immediately, his tears began to flow, soaking into the hospital gown I was wearing.

Dean stood to leave and give us some time alone, but I shot my hand out and grabbed his shirt. "No."

"I'm just going to ask someone to clear up the coffee, I'll be right back." Dean reassured me, and I nodded still slightly unsure as he left the room.

Sam backed up so he was just sitting on the edge of my bed, wiping the excess tears from his face. "I thought you'd never wake up."

"Me either..." I muttered and he looked inquisitively at me. "It's a long story."

"Well we've got time." Sam smiled at me, so happy I could just smile back at him.

"Yeah, we do." I paused. "Sam, I need to know the details of what happened. Dean, he seems to be blaming himself, I've told him not to, but he just doesn't listen. As per usual, I know."

Sam took a long breath. "Yeah, he does blame himself. When the car was coming the other way, he threw himself across the road to grab you, the car missed by inches, and you smacked your head on the edge of the pavement as you both fell.

"You had a bleed on your brain, so when we got you here, they had to operate to remove the pressure. After that was done, they were hoping you would wake up within a day or two, but as days turned into a week, then two, they became less and less hopeful. It was hard on him. You know Dean, he doesn't like to sit and wait, and he likes to be doing something.

"Having said that, he never left, he's been sleeping here..." He gestured to the other side of the room, where a cot was made up. "He said he didn't want to leave you alone, in case you woke up."

That made my eyes fill with tears and Sam rubbed my shoulder comfortingly. It was then that Dean re-entered the room, a staff member with a mop and bucket close behind. Sam looked sheepishly at them. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine." They both said and I laughed slightly. Dean approached the bed, and slid back into the chair.

Sam sighed for a moment, staring at me. "I should go ring your Mom, let her know you're awake."

"That's a good idea."

Sam nodded and left the room, hopping over the wet patch left by the spilt coffee. "Dean...I thought I'd never seen you again..."

"Yeah you said something about that? What do you mean? I mean the doctors told us you dreamed and there were a few times when I'd see your eyes move beneath your eyelids..."

"Yeah, dream...I guess you could call it that." Dean's brow furrowed and I began to tell him about my life for the past few weeks, or what I had believed to be my life. Though I deliberately left out the part where I loved him, didn't want to scare him away, when I'd just got him back. When I finished he simply stared at me. "You don't believe me..."

I looked away from him, and felt warm moisture on my cheeks. We sat there in silence for a few moments before I felt Dean's hand on my cheek. "Kristy, you said when you collapsed; you said your heart went into palpitations."

I nodded slightly and I heard a slightly choked sound from Dean. I stared up into his features, trying to decipher what he was trying to say. "You said I asked you not to leave. "Please, don't leave me.""

My breath caught in my throat. Please, don't leave me. I love you. That's what he had said, but I had left that part out.

"Yes." I whispered.

"See that's where I know you're lying." He paused for a second. "Because only yesterday you had the same problem with your heart, so I know you were hearing me, and what I actually said is... Please, don't leave me. I love you."

"Dean...I..."

"Of course, I understand. You left that bit out so you didn't hurt me; I knew you didn't feel the same way." Now he refused to look at me, he stared at the sheets of the bed, tracing the patterns with his fingers. "That's why I never told you before."

I brought my hand up under his chin, forcing him to look at me. "Dean, shut up."

Then I leant towards him, gently pressing my lips to his. As more passion leaked into the kiss, I became more exhausted. We eventually separated when he could feel my strength waning. Then he lay down beside me, laying my head on his chest, as he kissed my hair and ran his fingers softly down my back.

"Dean, I love you too. I always have." He tightened his grip on me slightly. I glanced up at him and our lips met in a second gentle kiss.

And that is how Dean saved my life.

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