He was lying there on a hospital bunk bed completely surrounded by cords connecting him to all those life-supporting machines. His body was broken; the blood loss left him inert, lifeless, while his soul was wandering about at a complete loss of what he could do to get himself out of this wraith world.
Dean was watching the faint breathing movement his limp body was making when a young man walked into the room. And he forgot everything that had happened to him. His eyes sparkled, red roses kissed both of his cheeks, making them blush, and joy smeared itself across his lips, breaking them into a tearful smile.
"Sammy, you're good. Considering..."
At this point there was nothing more important than seeing his beloved little brother hale and hearty. Sam was unhurt. That was all that mattered.