Sam: "It's one of the more endearing traits Dean passed down to me. Now, as you said, our opportunity is getting smaller. There's no time to waste."

Ruby: "I am well aware of the time restraint. I need some supplies and you only have some of what I need."

Sam: "I know where we can get anything you want and it will help us protect Dean without leaving any of us vulnerable to attack."

Ruby: "Lead the way."

There's only one place that Sam knew could possibly have the stuff for the protection spell Ruby was about to perform for Dean, John's storage. There were a lot of things in there that he didn't want Ruby knowing the location of. Besides, Dean and John both would reach from the grave and strangle him if he led anything supernatural back to the one sacred spot they had left. So, they agreed to go their separate ways for now.

He stood at the storage door and suddenly, he gets one of those familiar feelings wash over him and is taken to his knees. He tries to keep from passing out right there, but is overcome by the feeling in his body.

"So, you're conspiring with Demons now. I can't leave you alone for a second."

Sam: "Dean? No. It's not possible. You're body is in the hospital."

"Who needs a body where I am? That's the beauty of being dead. You're free to go anywhere you want. Including, checking up on your little brother when he trusts the enemy to help him."

Sam: "Even in spirit you're the same. How the hell are we talking to each other?"

"I don't know, but it's a good thing I can talk to you because you need my help worse then ever. If you think you can trust Ruby to do anything for you, you're sadly mistaken."

Sam: "She's the only ticket I have into where you're at. I can't bring your soul back to your body without her. I'm not a spirit."

"You only think you need her. You have everything you need right at your finger tips. If you would just stop being in such a damn hurry and think about it for 5 minutes, you might just see she's full of shit."

Sam: "Well, we only have a small window of opportunity to attack Lilith while she's weak. If she regains her strength, we're all fucked. Including everyone you and I are protecting from the demon war."

"Yes, but you said it. It's a war, Sam. There are bound to be casualties here and there. I'm sorry, but even you know we can't save everyone. How do you think you're talking to me? It's not Ruby making you talk to me."

Sam: "Yeah, that is true. She is no where to be found right now. You've always taught me that we fight any way. Even if we think we're going down. At least we go down swinging."

"It's good to see you're still the same ol' Sammy. I did teach you a few good things. Just don't fuck up the Winchester name by thinking that a lying, two-faced, no good demon turned witch turned human has anything but a selfish agenda in this. She wants you to go "dark side" so she gets her leader."

Sam: "It's not about being the leader of the army any more, Dean. It's more complicated then that. Lilith is scared of me. I sent her running out of Ruby's old meat suit blocking that death ray thing she has going on with her eyes."

"Trust your instincts. They've never lead you wrong. You'd better be taking care of my wheels or I'm going to kick your ass before I go back to my body."

Sam: "Yeah. She's just fine. You can rest assured on that."

"Where I'm at there is no "resting assured."

Just as quickly as he fell out, he wakes up to Bobby trying to wake him.

Bobby: "Are you OK?"

Sam: "Yeah, I'm good now. What happened?"

Bobby: "I got a call that you were over at the old storage unit and when I got here you were passed out cold."

Sam: "I'm physically OK. I just had a really strange dream about Dean."

He gets up physically from the ground and dusts himself off. Still feeling a bit confused as to where the hell that dream came from and why he had to pass out in a public place.

Bobby: "How long have you been having these strange dreams?"

Sam: "This is the first one since Dean, y'know left."

Bobby: "Were you talking to Dean before you passed out?"

Sam: "No. It was like when I was in Cold Oak. One minute, I'm standing on my feet in front of the unit about to go inside and the next, I am in a completely different place and Dean is standing right there in front of me in perfect physical health. He even gave me shit about wanting to trust Ruby with bringing him back to his body."

Bobby: "Sounds like Dean may be trying to make a point from beyond the dead."

Sam: "Yeah, but did he have to make his point on video at a public place?"

He points to the Surveillance camera pointed towards them.

Bobby: "Don't you worry about that. I know the people who run this place. It won't ever be seen."

Sam: "I'm not sure exactly why I'm standing here. I just know I need some things that are inside there in order to protect Dean from being possessed in his vulnerable state."

Bobby: "The tattoo you two share protects his physical body from possession and that amulet will fight off anything that tries to take him down. So, even when he's not inside his body he is fighting off the supernatural."

Sam: "So, why the hell am I standing in front of this thing? It's mostly full of cursed objects and old memories dad kept of us."

Bobby: "It's full of old memories your father kept of you and Dean as boys. It makes sense that you would dream about Dean in front of it."

Sam: "This was another ploy distracting me from bringing Dean back to his body."

Bobby: "It was a sign if you ask me. You were brought to this spot for a reason and the reason has to do with Dean."

Sam: "Yeah. He wouldn't be talking to me if I wasn't on to something."

He opens the lock and he and Bobby go into the storage unit together. Side stepping all the booby traps protecting the contents from unwanted visitors, they happen upon a wooden box.

Sam: "What the hell? This wasn't in here the first time Dean and I came to this place looking for the rabbit's foot."

Bobby: "Are you sure? Maybe you and Dean didn't notice it because you weren't really looking for anything in particular."

Sam: "No. This definitely wasn't in here. Those aren't the same symbols as any of the cursed boxes and it sure as hell isn't Dad's writing on it."

He dusts some of the cobwebs and what not off of it. He shines his flashlight on it trying to make heads or tails of the strange writing all over the box.