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Dean's POV:

I paced back and forth in the small hotel room we've been stuck in for three days, and during those three days Devyn has been unconscious. I started to worry after the first day when she didn't wake up, but Sam just kept telling me her body needed to heal and that she was probably exhausted. It's been three days though, and I'm officially worried, worried.

I wince every once in awhile as I pace, pulling at my stitched slightly as I move my arms up to my face and through my short hair. Something I've noticed I do when I'm anxious.

"You need to stop pacing, and relax," Sam said as he walked out of the bathroom.

My head shot up in his direction and said, "Something has to be wrong. I mean it's been three days and she's just been laying there."

Sam looked at me, sympathy reaching his eyes as he said, "You have to remember that although we all got physically hurt, she got attacked mentally. Meg targeted her abilities, and used them against her. Don't you think that would have some sort of negative effects?"

I sighed knowing he was right, but I couldn't take just staring at her body anymore. She needs to wake up. I looked over towards her again and noticed that she still had sweat lining her forehead, and her skin was still very pale.

"She doesn't look good. Look at her, her skin is ghost-like, and she's sweating like crazy," I pointed out anxiously, filled with worry and fear.

Sam walked up to me and said, "She's gonna wake up. She's strong. Like I said her body needs its rest." I looked at him, and saw that he was starting to not believe his words as much anymore. He was worried too. He quickly glanced at her again and sighed. He looked back over to me and took in my beaten body and said, "You need to rest too."

I shook my head and said, "I'll rest when she wakes up."

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Devyn's POV:

I gasped awake and fear clouded my mind as I took in my unfamiliar surroundings. I felt horrible like I had just got run over by a semi, but I acted quickly and stood up from the bed, which I instantly regretted. As soon as I put my right foot down, I screamed in pain, and almost toppled over. Strong arms grabbed me, and prevented me from falling though.

My eyes were momentarily squeezed shut from the amount of pain that shot through my body, but when I opened them I was met with Dean. Well, two Dean's. My head was throbbing and I couldn't focus my vision. Dean tried to get me to look at him, but I couldn't. It's like my brain forgot how to focus. I quickly grabbed my throbbing head in my hand, and winced again as the pain in my body intensified. I felt fatigued, tired, and everything that my body was registering was too much, and I instantly became nauseous.

Dean must have seen it in my face because he sat me down on the bed and quickly grabbed the garbage can, putting it in front of me. As soon as it was I started to vomit violently. My body tensed as I did, and I felt uncontrollable pain shoot through my torso. I cried out again once I was finished throwing up.

"Devyn, you need to calm down," Dean tried to talk to me, but I still wasn't registering much. All I could do was feel the pain that ran through my entire body.

My chest started to tighten up, and my heart started to beat fast as I remembered what had happened. Everything Meg had done, and shown me. I cried out in agony as I clutched my stomach.

Tears were freely falling down my face, and I couldn't help but feel like I did the first time I found out my parents died. Except this time was worse. I actually saw them get murdered, in my own mind.