It was dark.
"Sam!"
Nothing.
"SAM!"
Shapes forming just beyond the blackness, he could just make out a voice. No two voices. There were two.
"Sam?"
"Dean your brother is right here."
Dean blinked furiously, a hand on his knee starting to come into focus, the edges still soft. He scrunched up his eyes. It was bright. Too bright. He gripped the side of his head, felt like he had Alastair up there carving out one of his symphonies. His breathing laboured, he forced his eyes open. He was in a hospital room, the doctor crouched before him unregistered as his gaze went straight to…
"Sammy?" his voice distant. Hoarse.
Concern etched on his brother's face and something like hope flickering in his eyes, bringing tears with it, "Dean?"
"How'd you get away from them?"
"From who Dean?"
"The demons."
The doctor took out his torch to shine in Dean's eyes, Dean putting his arms up, hitting the doctor's hands away, shielding his eyes, the light sharp, "Easy," irritation evident in his voice.
"He's lucid," though the doctor spoke as if he wasn't.
Uh ya think? Dean's gut reaction but he didn't say it. Sam was looking at him funny.
"Sammy what happened?" the doctor's presence starting to grate him, "Hey do you mind pal?"
"Dean-" Sammy always concerned with politeness.
"No, it's alright. You can have a moment."
"Do you think that's wise?"
Dean stared at his brother incredulously, was that panic in his eyes?
"You'll be fine. Keep him talking."
Pained, Sam nodded.
Dean waiting 'til he was satisfied the doctor was out of earshot, "What gives? I mean what the hell was that? And what about Meg?"
"Meg?"
"You know. She's about yay tall. Road you for 'bout a week. Lucifer's right hand demon skank. Ringing any bells?"
"Dean. There's no such thing as demons."