"How much longer do I have to stay in this hell hole?" Dean asked his doctor, taking the pills being handed to him. He threw them in his mouth and took a gulp of water, swallowing all ten of them in one swig.
"Until you're healthy enough to leave," the doc said. "Right now, you could fall back into a coma at any minute, and we need to monitor you until we're sure that you'll be okay to leave."
"That's dumb," Dean said under his breath. Sam found it unnerving that Dean wasn't taking his health situation seriously. Dean could literally die at any moment in time, and he's making jokes about being in the hospital.
"All good for now," the doctor said. "I'll be back later to – "
"Yeah, yeah, check up on me, I know the drill."
The doctor smiled. He hung the clip board on the end of Dean's bed and walked out of the room.
"Where's Cas?" Dean asked, noticing that he wasn't in the room.
"Still getting used to having to empty his bladder," Sam said.
"So in other words, he's talking a shit," Dean sneered.
"Yeah." Sam chuckled. "When you put it that way."
"Did you have to tell him how?"
"Oh, yeah. Thank God he didn't want me to show him how."
Dean let out a laugh, but then whimpered. "Don't make jokes around me, man. It hurts."
Sam chuckled, then sighed. It was good to have Dean back.
"I bet you were sure that Death was gonna have me," Dean said. "Well, little brother, you were wrong. I've dealt with that son of a bitch. He's tried to take me hundreds of times, apparently. He'll never catch me alive…"
"That's kind of the point, Dean. He's Death. He doesn't want you alive."
"Oh. Right." Dean sat back and thought about what he'd just said. "He'll never take me dead, either."
Sam laughed, taking his laptop out of his duffle and opening it.
Thump.
Dean's head hit his pillow hard. He was asleep; Sam rolled his eyes.
"You just woke up, now you're gonna sleep some more?" he thought. Whatever. At least he was alive.
Cas came back into the room, looking exhausted.
"Man," Sam said. "Who knew taking a shit could be so much work? Are you okay?"
Cas didn't say anything – just nodded. Sam chuckled, closing his laptop and getting out of his seat.
"I'm gonna go get something to eat. You want anything?"
Cas started to say no, but then his stomach growled at the thought of food. He furrowed his brows in confusion, not knowing what the strange feeling was. He figured it was hunger.
"A…burger sounds really good," Cas said, "but I have no idea why. Do you think it's famine again? Do you feel this way?"
"It's called hunger, Cas. I'll get you something. I'll get Dean a burger, too, for when he wakes up."
Cas nodded, and Sam walked out, leaving Cas alone with a sleeping Dean.