Sam:

One of the doors magically opens and I get sucked away from the darkness.

I feel how I get pushed back in my own body and how pain in my stomach slowly floats away.

I open my eyes and I stare into a bright, white light. I pinch my eyes to dimp the light that enters my eyes.

I hear a noise that makes a rhythm. It beeps once is a while and I think it's a heart monitor.

When I'm used to the light a little I look around me. I'm lying under a light-blue blanket and there are tubes that lead to a needle that enters my body.

I try to sit upright, but it's harder than I remember.

So I stay down.

I feel tubes in my nose and it feels a little weird.

When I go on looking around me I see a stool and a little table next to my bed. On the other side of my bed there's a heart monitor, a stand that holds a pack of blood and some other medical things that I can't name.

I look at the door and I see a young-looking lady – around the age of twenty-five – with brown, long hair.

When she sees me she gasps and I've got the feeling I've scared her.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

The lady in a doctor's outfit walks out of the room, looks through the hallways and then comes back into the room again.

"Why are you awake?"

Her voice sounds confused and she looks like she's looking for someone.

"Nevermind, it's good enough that you are awake."

"Do I know you?"

The lady frowns and then smiles.

"No, we haven't met. I'm Molly, an assistant at this hospital," she says with a kind smile on her face. "And, oh, I've met your brother Dean as well. Do you know where he is?"

"Dean? No, is he okay?"

Molly nods and explains everything that happened last days.

"Do you feel your legs, arms and back?"

I nod.

"Try to move them," Molly says.

"I can move all of them," I say and then Dean walks into the room.

Molly jumps up from the bed and runs up to Dean who has a smile on his face.

"Dean! It's a miracle! Sam woke up!" she says happily. "And he hasn't got any signs of paralysis! Aren't you happy, Dean?"

Dean slowly walks up to me.

He seems happy, but also a little scared.

"Hey Sammy," he says and I see that he's holding back tears.

"Hi Dean," I say and I hear how my own voice trembles.

I'm still thinking about the demon Dean chopping off my head. I'm so scared that this all is some bad dream as well.

He takes a seat and tosses through my hair.

I laugh.

Molly leaves us alone for a moment and says that if everything is all right with me I could go home that evening.

"Can you get up?" Dean asks to me.

I nod and sit upright. I don't feel like I could ever have been paralyzed and like I ever was in a coma.

Dean and I talk. Dean explains how I talked in my dreams and that I was almost dead two times.

Dean seems happy, but he also acts different than normal.

We walk out of the hospital at nine PM.

I'm happy I can leave this place with no harm, not even a scar. Molly is right. It is a miracle that I woke up and was okay.

But how it happened?

I have no idea.