Knowing of my appearance change I begin to take further stock of myself, coming to find that I have a good athletic build matching Sam's in the show, my hair is cut short, tight at the sides with a slight fade and a bit longer on the top. I'm wearing nothing but a hospital gown, and an I.V. is stuck in my arm.
"Woah…I look badass!" I can't help my little outburst, and receive a soft chuckle from Dean in return.
"That you do, that you do Matty, the girls are gonna be all over you." Dean jokes and I hear him muttering lucky bastard underneath his breath, and I can't help the snort that slips out of me, which makes Dean's chuckle deepen slightly.
"Don't worry Dean, I'll send the fat slash ugly ones your way." I joke and get an eye roll and a well meaning/playful smack on my right shoulder.
"Heh, I ain't got no problems getting laid Matty…but if I see you struggling, I'll return your sentiment by sending all the butches your way." Dean snickers and I find myself rolling my eyes at him and sending a playful swat towards his ribs, my swat connects and Dean doubles over holding his abdominal area while he grunts like he just hit a lot harder than I meant to.
"Da-damn Matty, you hit like a fucking truck!" Dean coughs and rests his hands on his knees while he sucks in greedy gulps of air.
"Sorry Dean-I didn-" I try to apologize but Dean holds his hand up to silence me.
"You're good Matty, I know you didn't mean to hit like a fucking truck, but fuck it's like we're kids again when Dad used to drop us off at your house when the job brought him in the area, before you went to that fancy private school." Dean says to me and slump back in the chair beside my hospital bed.
A nurse enters followed by a doctor who both comes in within seconds of Dean sitting down, the nurse checks my vitals and calls them out to my doctor who writes them into my chart.
"Do you have any recollection of what happened?" I shake my head no but the doctor stares at me rather unimpressed so I answer verbally.
"No idea Doc, it's all a blank slate…it's like earlier today is the first time I've ever opened my eyes." I offer playing up my supposed amnesia which seems to prove effective as the Doctor nods.
"From what your cousin…a Mr.Bonjovi has told me you were in a rather severe car accident that claimed the lives of your parents." He says while, flipping through my chart.
"Honestly looking over this chart you're lucky to be alive…let alone talking and joking with your cousin." The doc continues to say as he closes my chart and hangs on the foot of the bed once more.
"Normally I'd like to keep you here for a few more days for observation, but your cousin has insisted that you will receive necessary care at home, so I've got the nurse at the front desk processing your discharge papers, your personal effects are in the wardrobe over there, and though I know you were in no shape to be mindful of it but firearms are not allowed inside of this hospitals, so please keep that in mind for any future visits." The Doctor says and leaves the room alongside the nurse who promises to return with a wheelchair.
"I picked you up some clothes…" Dean offers and goes over to the closet and takes out a plastic baggie that has two wallets one made of worn brown leather and the other made of black leather that looks well taken care of, there's also an underarm holster with what looks like a 1911 held in it, along with a snarling wolf's head pendant on a thick silver chain.
Grabbing the shirt it's a dark blue that has white letters on it saying "Hi, I'm stupid, what's your name?"
I look at Dean who smirks at me and says, "What it's all they had, I swear." Dean's amusement is rather infectious and I find myself smiling as I pull myself out of bed feeling a thousand times better than I ever have.
Pulling the hospital gown off without a second thought I hear a gasp and the squeaking of metal bearings makings me turn to see the nurse who is moderately attractive standing just outside the door staring at my body longingly, I start to smirk at her and then a pair of jeans hit me in the side of my head.
"Come on man, nobody wants to see your pale ass!" Dean shouts and I can hear the discomfort in his voice.
"Heh, speak for yourself Dean, the ladies love eye fucking me." I joke right back but put on the jeans anyways and then the shirt, clearing my throat softly makes the nurse snap out of her stupor and wheel the wheelchair into the room.
Now fully clothed, my wallets in my back pocket and an army green jacket on my shoulder hiding my gun holster I sit down in the wheelchair as the nurse wheels me up to the front desk, I complete my discharge papers, then she wheels me out of the hospital right up to the Impala.
'I'm in love!' I can't help but think as I practically drool over Baby, her glossy black finish, the shiny chrome, the spotlights above each passenger side mirror, and the throat purring rumble of her exhaust.
Dean looks at me from the driver's seat and lets out a loud laugh, "Well, you might not know who you are anymore Matty but, the fact that you still love this ol'girl tells me you still got class." Dean jokes and lovingly caresses the steering wheel of the Impala, before reaching over and pulling the door handle and pushing the door open for me.