Here's Sam's chapter.
Sam stalked through the dank warehouse, silver knife dipped in lamb's blood at the ready. When he didn't hear from Dean, he came to the coordinates he knew Dean was searching. Fearing the worst, that the Djinn had killed Dean when he tried to kill it, Sam wasn't sure he was going to like what he found here. He sees bodies, some old, desiccated and decaying and some newer, with blank expressions on their face, looking sickly strung up with IV bags filled with their own blood hung near. Sam doesn't have time right now to stop to check if they are alive, he needs to find Dean.
He finds a girl he recognizes, the latest victim taken, he feels for her pulse but her skin is cold and there's no heartbeat. Beyond her he sees a shadow on a tarp in the familiar shape of his brother. He runs to him and pulls back the tarp. Dean looks very much like the others, drained, sickly and blank. The bag attached to his neck isn't nearly as full as some of the other victims and Sam can feel a faint pulse as he reaches up to detach the needle in his neck.
"Dean!" Sam calls, trying to rouse his unresponsive brother. Dean doesn't even moan as the ropes holding him up are cut and he falls to the concrete floor. Sam kneels next to him, calling his name a few more times before pulling Dean into his lap.
"Dean!" Sam shouts again, shaking his brother, trying desperately to wake him. His brother's eyes are open slightly, but Sam can see that they are staring unfocused beyond him. Sam's hand shakes as he again looks for the one reassurance that his brother is still alive, his pulse. He feels it, still weak but there.
Just then, a reflection in a puddle just beyond Dean's body, Sam sees glowing blue eyes. He reaches slowly and carefully for the knife he dropped upon finding his brother. Gripping it tightly, he swings his body around to face the Djinn, stabbing it in the stomach. Sam watches the bright, blue light in its eyes fade away. The monster now dead, Sam turns back to his brother.
"C'mon Dean, wake up." Sam said. "The Djinn's dead, now snap out of it!"
Sam looks at his brother, nothing had changed in his appearance. His eyes were still blank, his jaw still slightly slack. Sam tried shaking him again, but there was still no change. Sam hefts Dean into his arms, staggering slightly with his brother's weight as he stood. Sam grumbles to no one in particular that Dean isn't getting any more double bacon cheeseburgers when all this is over. He carries Dean to the Impala, ignoring the junker he stole to get to the warehouse. Laying Dean down in the backseat, Sam felt awkward as he sat in the driver's seat and drove to the nearest hospital.
When he arrives there, he drags Dean from the backseat and runs as fast as he can into the emergency department. Screaming for help, Sam is surrounded by nurses and doctors, Dean is laid on a stretcher and whisked away very quickly. One nurse stays behind to get information on what exactly happened to his brother. Sam, thinking fast, rattles off a story of how Dean had gone out for a run and hadn't returned. That he had tracked the GPS in Dean's phone and found him at the warehouse. The nurse nodded, telling him that she would let the police know about a possible kidnapping and then left Sam with some paperwork to fill out in the waiting room.
It's almost two hours before Sam sees Dean again. The doctors let him know they have him stabilized, that he's lost a lot of blood. There's some sort of toxin in his blood that they are still trying to figure out. What Sam sees when he enters the room is his brother lying on the bed, he's so pale that if not for the heart monitor beeping, Sam would think he was dead. There are bags of fluid and blood on the IV pole pouring into Dean's near empty veins.
Sam takes a seat next to the bed, takes Dean's hand into his own. Sam isn't sure what to say, isn't sure Dean can even hear him. All Sam can do right now is pray that Dean will wake up.
