The day had been very boring so far. In the morning the doc had stopped by for a second, checking if everything was alright, but the rest of the day he could only lay in his bed and watch TV, but that was also pretty boring.
Finally, at about 5 pm, a nurse came in to check his medical devices and to give him his medicine.
His eyes widened. He wanted to say another thing, but suddenly, the same headache as yesterday came, but this time it was worse and knocked him out for about 3 seconds. He wrinkled his brows. He moaned. , the nurse asked friendly. She shrugged her shoulders. She waved goodbye and left the room.
When she was gone, he finally got to think.
Someone called. Someone who knew him. A little gleam of hoped started to burn inside him.
Now he was excited and curious. The nurse hadn't said much, so he praticially knew nothing about the one coming. It could be everyone. Maybe his wife, or his parents, siblings, friends... Anything was possible. And then they would tell him everything. Everything about the life he had had. Everything about himself. Everything he forgot. And maybe also something about Jess. Whoever she was.
He watched the clock. Still 45 minutes to go, then he would know everything.
When Dean finally arrived at Lawrence Memorial Hospital, he stayed in the car for a while to prepare himself for the meeting with Sam. He closed his eyes and deeply took the smell of the Impala. It has been the first time he drove his baby, since Sam's 'death'.
When the 'accident' had happened, Dean swore, not to let anyone sit at the passenger seat than Sam. Not even Lisa or Ben, who had become his new family now. And even without that promise, it hurt too much to see the car, they both had spent so many times with on the road.
So over the last year the car just stood covered with a tarpaulin in the garage.
In the morning, when he got in, the smell of the leather seats and Sam had had something that comforted him and raised his hopes to see Sam alive a little bit. He sighed and got out of the car.
Thanks to the nice lady at the reception (unfortunately he hadn't asked for her number), he found Sam's room very fast. He took a big breath, preparing to go inside, when a doctor held him back. "You're Mr. Winchester?" Dean nodded. "Hello! I'm Dr. Martins. I'm responsible for this young man!" He pointed to the door. "Mind if we talk first for a second? I'm sure you want to see your brother as soon as possible, but we have to clear the formalities first." Dean agreed and followed the doctor to his office.