**The Funeral of Hearts prt. 3**
**When I finally woke up, I was sore all over and in a hospital katil with IVs in my arms. With a couple soft blinks, my eyes focused and was met sejak Dean, tearing away at my puding cup. "Dean?" I whispered, clearing my throat. "Sam! Sam! She's awake. She's awake, Sam!" Dean called out, loud enough to echo into the hallway. Sam trotted in and peered around the corner, a smile slowly creeping on his face. "Hey," he said, "How anda feeling?"
"Decent, I guess," I pulled up my gaun enough to see the damage of the wound, "It's just now I have an extra hole." They both...
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