NO TIME TO DIE ◦ 𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

chapter thirty three.

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE:
PLAY WITH FIRE.

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"I CAN'T BELIEVE we actually made it out of there."

"Again."

Sam sighed to himself, his eyes flickering back towards Birdie. A heart monitor beeped at a regular pace, an IV steadily dripping every so often. The attached needle was stuck in Birdie's arm, more monitors stuck to her chest to monitor any possible changes. Each of her wounds were skillfully bandaged, only the one on her wrist visible. The thin blanket was pulled up a little past her waist, carefully tucked at her sides with her head slightly leaning to the side on the plush pillow. She'd been in the hospital for just a few hours, but the doctor said she should be waking up anytime, so the boys were just waiting until then. She was meant to stay a few nights after waking so the doctors could make sure there weren't any underlying issues they might've missed; Sam and Dean didn't think that would actually happen, though.

But, until she woke up, Sam and Dean had agreed to stay so they would be there when she did.

With it also being her first time being in a hospital again——the same place she lost Kaiya——they didn't want her to be alone when she finally woke up. They weren't sure how she would take it, or if she would even appreciate that they brought her there despite it being the best option with the wounds that were inflicted on her. She'd endured much more than they could've expected, and even with Felicity's healing abilities, it would have been unwise to still not bring her to a hospital; not to mention Dean would've been suspicious if Sam didn't agree.

"I know you heard him," Dean said after a few moments, taking another look at Birdie's sleeping figure to make sure she wasn't awake yet.

"Who?" Sam asked, turning his head towards his big brother.

"Alastair," Dean said, briefly catching Sam's eye. "What he said. . .about how I had promise."

"I heard him."

"You're not curious?"

"Dean, I'm damn curious," Sam admitted, sighing as he faintly shook his head. "But you're not talking about Hell, and I'm not pushing."

Dean nodded for a moment and then stood up, moving towards the window at the back of the stale room. It faced the parking lot, cars and people coming and going without any idea that the looming threat of the apocalypse was growing bigger and stronger. "It wasn't four months, you know."

Confusion appeared on Sam's face, turning in his chair to look at Dean. "What?"

Dean didn't look at Sam as he spoke again. "It was four months up here, but down there. . .I don't know. Time's different. It was more like 40 years."