"(Y/N)!" Dean screamed. The edges of your vision became blurry. Ringing overtook your ears. The ground rushed toward you.

~~~~~~~~time skip brought to you by Walter robotics: why not build singing automatons?~~~~~~~~

"Ugh... My head hurts..." You thought to yourself. Your eyes fluttered open. "Hey! How do you feel?" Dean asked you. You took in your surroundings. White walls... Bright lights... An uncomfortable bed... A hospital room. "I feel ok... What happened?" You asked. "We were fighting demons. You got... Thrown out of a window." You chuckled. "Well... That's not the reaction I expected but I'll take it!" He smiled. "Oh my gosh that's hilarious. I got thrown out a window. What an epic fail..." You laughed. "Yeah. I mean I didn't think it was funny. I was worried sick! You were out for sixteen hours. Your arm is broken. And you got six stitches on your neck. Don't worry, they say your scars will barely be noticeable, especially if you keep your hair long." You looked at your left arm, In a thick blue cast up to your shoulder, and sighed. This will be total crap, you thought to yourself. As if he read your mind, dean said "don't worry. I'll be your left arm for the next three weeks." You smiled.