Rows of trees were swaying in the wind on either side of the road as the Impala continued down the street, getting closer to its final destination.

Sam sighed as he looked out the window, thinking about their current case. Nothing special, just an ordinary angry spirit thing; it wouldn't take too long to solve it.

His brother hadn't said a word in the last two hours and Sam tried to occupy himself with something.

He shifted in his seat and wanted to grab his laptop when his phone interrupted the silence in the car.

Sam frowned at the unfamiliar number on the display, wondering who could be calling him. Hesitating for only a second, he finally answered.

On the other side of the line he heard a female voice. "Hello? Is this Sam?"

Sam was surprised at first, there weren't that many people who could be calling him.

A thought ran through his mind; maybe it was a hunter who needed help and Bobby gave her his number. On the other hand, Bobby would've told him first.

Nevertheless, he decided to talk to that girl. She sounded desperate somehow.

"Who is this?" He asked cautiously, not wanting to confirm it was really him without knowing who the hell was calling. He felt how Dean shot him a short glance before focusing back on the road.

He ignored him and concentrated on the phone call again.

The girl chuckled insecure. "You probably don't remember me, I'm calling because of..." She trailed off, choking on her words. Sam could tell she was about to cry.

"Hey, calm down, take a deep breath." Sam encouraged because he started to feel bad for her.

"Sorry." The girl managed to say. "I'm calling because of Katherine."

Hearing that name, Sam shot up straight in his seat. His heart started to beat relentlessly against his ribcage and it was hard for him to breathe.

Now, he recognized the girl's voice.

"Rachel? What happened?" He asked, trying to sound strong and unmoved as though asking about the weather.

"Well, she told me if something happened I should call you and..." She paused, thinking of the right words. "Katherine's been in an accident."

All the blood drained from Sam's face. He had the feeling the world around him started to spin. "How is she?"

"Not good, Sam. The doctors don't know when or if she's going to wake up." Rachel cried, her words were barely understandable but Sam got everything.

He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself not to panic. Before he got the chance to reply something, Rachel's raspy voice came through the speaker again.

"I know, you're busy but if you could stop by..."

"I'll be there." Sam said immediately, without thinking.

He listened to Rachel as she gave him the information he needed and hung up the phone. Looking around he noticed the Impala had stopped and they were parked by the side of the road.

He looked to his left, meeting Dean's concerned eyes, examining him thoroughly.

"What's going on?" He asked in his low voice. Sam ran a hand through his hair, gathering his thoughts.

"It's Katherine."

Dean huffed. "What about her?"

Sam knew it was impossible to talk to Dean about Katherine. His brother hated her.

"She's been in an accident and is in hospital now..."

"And you wanna go and visit her?" Dean spat.

Sam took his time before answering. He knew his brother was right, Katherine had broken his heart. But Dean couldn't have known that Sam still loved her even after everything that had happened between them.

"Dean.." He started but was cut off again.

"No, no Sammy. I'm not letting you go, so you can run back to her. We have a case to solve, for God's sake!"

"I'm not running back to her!" Sam protested.

"Yes, you are. That woman is screwing with your head. Again." Dean yelled.

"I was the the one who left her not the other way around!" Sam yelled back.

Calming himself down, he tried to explain the circumstances. "Okay, here's the thing. She's dying."

Dean shut up in an instant, his eyes widened in shock. "Well...how about I'll work the case and after the hunt is done I'll pick you up again. This gives you enough time, we don't even have to make a detour. She still lives in New York?

"Yeah." Sam replied quietly. He knew Dean was only doing this for him, because he knew how important it was for him to see her again.

Sam leaned back, watching Dean turn on the engine again.

His mind wandered back to her. Katherine. His Katherine. She was the love of his life.

After their nasty break up he got back on the road again to hunt with Dean. It was ridiculous of him to think he could just quit and live a normal life.

Katherine had been surprisingly calm after she had found out what he used to do. He didn't mean for it, but somewhere down the road she picked up a few things and since she was a smart girl she combined the facts.

He smiled as he thought back to the day when she had confronted him about it. She had been so scared and brave at the same time.

Eventually, their relationship didn't last. The fact that Sam was a hunter was always a sore point and made them both miserable until it all ended in a huge fight.

Dean hated Katherine because in his eyes she couldn't accept Sam's past and therefore never loved him. But that was his theory.

Sam, however, knew that she had loved him at some point. Maybe, it just hadn't been the right time for them.

And now it was too late to set things right.


Sam looked at the huge building and then back at Dean who obviously tried his best to hide how pissed he was.

Sam wasn't sure whether it was a good idea to let Dean go on the hunt alone.

Dean was an experienced hunter and could handle a ghost. It was ridiculous to worry about him, but still...

"You can go." Sam quickly said before he could change his mind. He saw Dean's reluctance but it was because Sam was about to go see Katherine and not because of the hunt.

"You sure?" He asked, hoping his little brother would get back in the car and go on that hunt with him like he was supposed to do.

"Yes, Dean. Everything's alright."

Dean ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "Fine. I'll go. Call me if something comes up."

Sam watched Dean climb back in the car and drive away till the Impala wasn't in sight anymore.

Then he turned around and entered the hospital. Walking down the corridors, he searched for her room.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a young woman sitting on a chair next to Katherine's room. She was crying.

Sam frowned when she looked up and their eyes met. It wasn't Rachel. He hadn't seen her in a while but he would've recognized her, no matter what.

Who was that woman? Did Rachel give him the wrong room number?

Suddenly the woman jumped up and ran up to him, throwing her arms around his body and burying her head in his chest. She was sobbing into his jacket, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Sam didn't know what to do. Crying women were distracting even him.

"For God's sake, keep it together Alyson!"

Sam's head shot in the direction where the voice had come from.

Rachel stepped out of the room and smiled weakly at Sam. She managed to pull Alyson away and sent her to get some coffee.

"I'm sorry. We're still pretty distressed. Thank you for coming." Her voice sounded so formal but Sam couldn't be mad about it.

Rachel had been pissed at him when he left and got back into hunting. He was lucky she had called him at all.

"You haven't changed." Sam replied friendly. It was true. She looked tired but she was wearing her honey blonde hair in a pony tail like she used to do and her blue eyes were regarding him with the same suspiscion as ever.

"You haven't, either." She answered and looked away.

Sam listened to the various muffled sounds of the hospital. Rachel kept silent.

He sighed inwardly. Of course Rachel wouldn't welcome him with opened arms, he figured that much. But he had hoped she wouldn't bear him such a grudge, either.

He decided to concentrate on what he was there for. "Can I see her?"

"Yeah, just walk right through." Rachel told him quietly, still avoiding eye contact.

Sam took a few steps forward and focused on the big white door in front of him.

That was the moment. She was behind that door. After all those years he would finally see her again.

He reached out and slowly turned the knob, opening the door.

Stepping inside, he quickly closed it behind him.

Only then he dared to turn around and take a look at the bed.

A lump build in his throat at the sight in front of him.

Katherine looked so tiny lying there and was almost drowning in those white sterile hospital sheets.

She was pale, her beautiful shiny hair wasn't shiny anymore and she was hooked to all different kinds of machines that were making weird beeping noises.

Sam felt tears burning in his eyes and forced them back. This was much more than he could handle. He had no idea how terrible it would be to see her in that state.

He hesitantly took a chair and sat down next to her bed.

Gently, he took her hand in his and was surprised how warm it was. He remembered what Rachel had said on the phone.

The doctors had already predicted she wasn't going to wake up again.

No way. How could they say she was already dead when he could touch her and see how very much alive her body was?

He wasn't going to give up on her. She was going to wake up.

Sam smiled a little and looked down at her tiny hand in his big one.

"Hey baby." He started softly. "It's me. I'm back."


A/N: New Year, new story;) Thanks for reading, hope you like!