When I opened my eyes, I was in baby. The 67 Chevy Impala, Sam was sitting in the front seat, and Dean was sitting next to me.
"Sam, she's awake," Dean exclaimed. I looked up at Sam, and he just kept on driving. Pain was surrounding the wound over my stomach. I moaned, until we finally got to the hospital.
"Hey! We need some help over here!" Dean yelled, and Sam picked me out of the car carefully. The knife was still lodged in my gut. I felt myself slip away again, as pain devoured me whole.