Waiting on Dean...
The warmth from the fire had kept Sam comfortable as he snuggled in the blankets around him. He knew he needed to wake up, but the warmth and the blackness was so inviting that he resisted at first.
Then he remembered where he was. Had Bela really show up or was that just another hallucination? Ever since he had been kidnapped, he had them. His head hurt. It always hurt, but the back was too tender now.
Finally his eyes opened and he looked around the cabin. The fire was burning good now, and he took a deep breath before pulling his arm out from under the blanket. His hand was wrapped better now, and then he reached up to his forehead and felt bandages around the top of his head as well. "What the hell?" he muttered, then coughed and winced at his ribs as he tried to sit up.
Then he remembered where he was. Had Bela really show up or was that just another hallucination? Ever since he had been kidnapped, he had them. His head hurt. It always hurt, but the back was too tender now.
Finally his eyes opened and he looked around the cabin. The fire was burning good now, and he took a deep breath before pulling his arm out from under the blanket. His hand was wrapped better now, and then he reached up to his forehead and felt bandages around the top of his head as well. "What the hell?" he muttered, then coughed and winced at his ribs as he tried to sit up.