Sam stood like a statue as he waited in the sterile white room, with advanced equipment. The medical room of a modern doctor Frankenstein. A friend of Bobby's, that used magic as well as science. The tall bearded man, stood watching the equipment readings as his assistants proceeded with their duties. Sam didn't understand why Bobby had insisted that this would be the answer. Because Dean would be back very soon. His body wouldn't have time to fall apart, he just needed to be stitched up, repaired.

Bobby stood there, a paper cup of hot coffee in one hand that still shook now and then. Sam had his knees locked so he wouldn't fall, as he watched through dry, hot eyes. The bright lights hurt his eyes and head. They were removing Dean's blood, and preparing him for a Cryogenic chamber.

Cryoprotectant solutions were being circulated through Dean's blood vessels to remove and replace water inside his cells with chemicals that prevent freezing. Sam had heard about it while in college. The doctor had said it would reduce damage to the body. Later, when they revived him they would use tissue regeneration to repair his injuries. Sam felt the bile rise as he watched, unable to look away. This was not what Dean would have wanted. When he came back, he'd probably whip Sam's ass. But Sam was prepared to do whatever it took, to save Dean, and Dean would need his body.

Sam stood, fingers automatically rubbing Dean's pendant that lay between his fingers. His ring was now on Sams own finger. He'd keep it safe until he could return it. As the doctor turned and nodded to Bobby, Sam moved. He glanced from one to the other.

"What?"

"We are ready to put him in the chamber." The assistants were wheeling the gurney towards another door. "Stop!" He grabbed the edge of it. "I…"

Bobby moved closer," it's alright Sam. Pete knows what he's doing. This way you can have some time. Let them go." Sam looked down at Dean, who had been cleaned up, and draped in a dark sheet.

"I've read about this, they can't bring them back…so how?"

"Don't believe everything you read, Sam. Pete is one of us, he can help us. Trust him. Just because he works in this small underground facility doesn't mean he isn't good. He wont hurt Dean."

Sam moved back, and watched his brother disappear through the other door. He turned to Bobby. "I can't afford this."

"Don't worry about it. You don't need the 150,000 to pay for it. You need some rest." He put his hand on Sam's shoulder. "We both need some sleep. Come, we'll find a motel for the rest of the night." Bobby laid a hand on the arm of the last Winchester.

"He needs me."

"Sam, he'd want you to take care of yourself. He told me to look out for you, and I will. Until he can."

"Okay, but I don't think I can sleep." He thought of Dean resting in that dark, cold chamber. Dean never liked the cold and -196 C was cold.

"Then you can eat and at least lie down."

"Bobby, what do you think they are doing to him down there?"

Bobby shuddered as he lowered his eyes. "I don't know. Maybe he is just walking around, or chasing demons. You know Dean, he's strong, wont give up."

"But he's never been to hell before. What if they…he can't stop them from doing anything they want. He's alone there."

Bobby lead them through the hall, and to the front elevator. As they rose to the surface, Sam stood there, hitting the wall with his fist, as tears glistened in his eyes. Bobby just looked straight ahead, lost in his own thoughts.

Bobby got into his car, and was surprised when Sam got in beside him. He buckled up, and stared straight ahead, as Bobby drove out of the wooded area, to find a motel.The sky was beginning to lighten, announcing the new day.

Two people in their corporal bodies watched, invisible to the naked eye but there. They heard Dean's cries from hell, and Sam's pleadings. They were needed.They watched Dean being lowered into the chamber, and the lid closed.