"I figured you might." As terrible as Dean was at being taken care if, it kinda felt good to hear it this time. She was wrecked and if not for Sam, she didn't know what she'd do.

Not too long after, her doctor arrived to talk about her treatment. She'd suffered an array of cuts and tears to the skin of her back, some internal injuries, and was malnourished and dehydrated. Worst among the injures was extensive nerve damage in her wrists and hands from the cuffs. They were hopeful that the injuries would heal with time and rest, but if she didn't regain the motion in her hands, surgery might be necessary.

All Dean wanted to know was, when could she leave?