The hospital was only a few minutes away from the house, but the ride to it had seemed like forever for Dean who still had been wondering what had happened to his little brother. His mother hadn't told him more than Sam had been involved in some accident. She had started to cry at the thought of her younger son hurt but Dean had held her in his arms, promising her that everything would be alright, and that he would bring her to the hospital later that day.

Dean had spent the few hours before leaving looking at picture albums and videos he never could imagine being a part of his real life. Pictures of him, Dad and Sammy fishing when he was just about twelve, Christmas pictures with the brothers wearing blue and red pyjamas, graduation pictures and pictures of other school or sports related were on display all around the living room. Dean had apparently taken part in a baseball team while Sam had soccer and school achievement awards as well. Seeing pictures of his younger brother smiling, Dean couldn't help but wonder how in the world he had forgotten about him. He swore to himself that he would never do such a thing, even if it meant finding a cure for Alzheimer, just in case.

Dean and his mother arrived at the hospital in the Impala. Mary had seemed rather quiet and didn't want to start of a conversation with her son. Dean knew she had to be thinking about Sam, which only meant that whatever had happened to him was worst that he first thought.

Dean had already taken out the possibilities of demon presences off the chart. After looking at his father and finding out that his mother was still alive in this world, he knew that somehow his family had never been in contact with any sort of demon. They were a simple family; they just had to be...

"I swear," Mary chuckled as Dean parked the Impala in a parking spot. "If your father doesn't find a more compatible car by July I'm gonna kill him."

Dean had taken the threat rather personal. This had been his most priced possession, and having it in this dream or whatever he was in meant that the car meant a lot to him. "I don't know, mom, but I think she's still good to get around for a few more runs."

Mary frowned at her son's smirk. "'She'? Now your car is a person?"

They both got out and entered the hospital from the emergency. It felt great to have some time with his mother, Dean thought. He had wished, over and over for this and he had it now. The thought of Phoebe's lesson came to Dean and he hoped that this had nothing to do with his mother; she had been through enough in his real world.

They got in the hospital and walked silently towards the elevator, Dean following his mother. As they entered in the elevator Dean heard yet another familiar voice call his name.

"Dean! Mrs. Winchester! Wait for me!"

Dean held off the elevator door and saw a girl with blonde, wavy hair coming in. He couldn't believe his eyes. "Jessica?"

This was the Djinn's world all over again, except for Dad being around this time, Dean though as the beautiful young woman gave him a hug. He wasn't sure about their true relationship with one another but assumed that they did know each other rather well in this world.

"Jessica!" Mary opened up her arms and welcomed the girl into a warm hug. "You didn't have to fly in!"

"Of course I did! It's not every year you turn twenty four and I felt like I needed to be here after not being able to come for so long."

The elevator stopped on the third floor and the three of them got out. Dean, not knowing for a second where he was going, decided to wall behind Jessica and his mother who were catching up on things. Apparently Jessica was still studying at Stanford, which was great news, but as he got closer to his brother's room Dean couldn't help but to wonder what in the world had happened to him. Dean couldn't dare ask; in this world he apparently already knew and he didn't want his mother to worry more. In time he would probably guess and things would be alright, he hoped.

They finally reached room door 327 in the intensive care section of the hospital where Sam's name was tagged. The door was slightly opened and Dean could hear the sound of the television on. In front of the room was the nurses' desk where Mary was talking to a nurse with Jessica at her right.

"We'll be heading to the conference room." His mother told him as the nurse lead the way for her and Jessica. "You can go see him if you wish, but he probably is still sleeping." The nurse, a young dark woman, left followed by the two women and Dean slowly opened Sam's room door.

When he looked at his little brother Dean could not believe what he was seeing. Sam had been bruised up pretty badly, and Dean knew that whatever had hit Sam, it had hit him pretty hard. Though whatever he had seemed had happened a while ago considering his mother not being so worried about Sam anymore, the physical scars were still pretty much all present. From what Dean could see, bruises and swelling around Sam's eyes, scars of stitches on his left arm were just the beginning.

Dean's heart felt pain. Seeing his Sam in that state was more than a shock. He didn't know what to say or to do anymore. It didn't matter who or what had done this to Sammy; Dean just wanted to hold his little brother in his arms and cry his heart out.

As Dean took a few more steps in Sam turned his head to the left in order to see who had come in. He looked up at his older brother and fear suddenly filled up the room. Dean felt it; Sam was afraid of him.

Dean brought his arms up in defence, as if Sam was to throw something at him. "Hey, Sammy. It's me, Dean."

"What are you doing here?" Sam snapped.

"I came to see you. I've missed you, Sammy..."

"Stop... calling me Sammy!" Sam cut off.

Sam was all defensive over his brother. He tried to move on his bed but felt a burning-like pain coming from one of his legs, but as Dean approached him to help him out Sam stretched his right arm and took one of the crutches at the side of his bed and swung at Dean who he just missed by a few centimetres.

"What the hell is the problem with you?!" Dean yelled out. He didn't understand what was happening.

"You are!" Sam simply answered with eyes that screamed sadness. Sam felt pain, not only from his body, but also from inside; his heart, his mind... even his spirit had been broken. Dean knew it, somehow, and needed to tell his brother.

"Just, calm down, please... I don't want to hurt you, Sam." He really wanted to call him like old-time sakes but he did not want to see more anger coming out from the only person in the world that truly understood him.

"You already did, Dean." Sam turned his lower body on the left side of the bed, trying to get out of it, and that's when Dean saw it...

Sam's right leg had been cut off.