The far sounds of voices passed through the heavy feeling. Amelia felt like she was struggling to wake. "Once we find a safe place we can stitch her wound.. Cas healed it enough to get us by till then. Keep compression on it though.. if she stirs..." That was one voice. Cas? Did they mean Castiel? The guy… angel, from New York? "I got it, Dean, you just concentrate on getting us out of here, okay?" Ok so the first voice had a name, Dean. Right Winchester… that meant that the other voice must belong to Sam. Amelia groaned a bit and shifted, her arm seemed to hurt badly. She couldn’t recall why that would be.

The silence bothered her. It was something to focus, something to reach for as she kept telling herself to wake up, open her eyes. Finally her body responded to her command and her eyes fluttered and she could see blurred things about her. “ow…” She muttered as her eyes began to focus on the face above her. Shaggy hair, not sure what color cause it was too dark. From the sounds she figured she was in a car. “Where… “ She said barely through pasty lips.

Amelia attempted to rise but gently hands stopped her from moving. “What is going on?” She said looking up at who she had to assume was Sam. Her eyes beginning to fill with tears. Truly she wasn’t sure she could handle anymore of this stuff. “Please… let me sit up…” Amelia said softly and began once again to rise up.

Once she sat up she looked at her arm that ached. She stared at it completely oblivious to how she had hurt herself. She looked at the driver, catching his eyes in the rearview mirror. She was taken back but his handsome features. Barely lit by the lights in the dash. “How did I get here… how did I hurt myself?”