Even with his eyes closed, Sam could feel his brother's absence. He couldn't remember where he was, for that matter.
Hospital, he thought, suddenly aware of the IV in his hand.
He sat up carefully, recalling how a poltergeist threw him down a flight of stairs. Sam winced, feeling a headache coming on.
"Sammy?" the teenager heard, and he forced himself to open his eyes. He saw Dean rushing into the room to take his hand.
"You okay, man?" Dean asked, green eyes wide with concern.
Sam smiled weakly, feeling his brother's essence refill the drab hospital room. "Better now."
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