The heart and respiration monitor went flat line and began to wail summoning help. A code blue went out over the intercom and Nurse Hoodoo, whose given name was Odette Charles, and a second nurse rushed into the room with the crash cart in tow while the doctor on call sprinted through the doorway to check on Dean's erratic vitals.

"Son of a bitch! First he bottoms out and now he's in ventricular tachycardia. Bag him," the doctor ordered then turned to Nurse Charles as she manned the cart, "100 mg of lidocaine, IV."

She split open the pack, inserted the needle into the IV shunt and sent the drug home but Dean's arrhythmia continued unabated. The second nurse had started and continued to administer respiration therapy by bagging him to keep up the flow of oxygen to his lungs.

Breaking open the defibrillator container, the doctor grabbed the paddles and held them out while Odette squeezed a large amount of gel on them. He then placed them to the right and left of Dean's heart and, glancing up at the resuscitating nurse, nodded. She stepped away from the patient and he yelled, "Clear!"

The machine whined as the paddles quickly charged then just as quickly discharged. Dean's upper body bucked, lifting off the bed as the doctor stared at the wildly spiking readouts and said, "Again!" The paddles were charged once more and Dean's heart was zapped again. This time his sinus rhythm returned to where it had been before the episode, not good but still beating. "This kid's a tough one," the doctor said stepping back from the bed, "Give him a 4 mg Lidocaine drip and we'll see how he fares through the night."

Stripping off his gloves the doctor walked briskly to the door and as the second nurse moved to make way for him she bumped the other bed in the room and was surprised to see Dean Winchester's brother sleeping soundly.

"How can he sleep through all this?" she asked Nurse Charles in an exaggerated whisper.

"Probably exhausted," she replied thinking back to the perfume she smelled on him.

"Well," the first nurse replied as she pushed the cart over next to the wall by Dean's bed, "It'll all be over soon."

Checking on the still sleeping Sam Winchester Nurse Charles looked back over her ample shoulder to the Winchester they had almost lost and was startled to see Dean's eyes now open and staring at his brother's sleeping form.

"Get away from him," he mumbled groggily and blinked owlishly.

"Don't you be frettin'. I'm just putting a blanket over him. Sammy's fine," Nurse Charles assured him, "I just came by to see how you were doing."

Dean slowly reached out toward Sam but Odette took his hand and tucked it back under the blanket before he could pull out the IV line. She started to walk away but the young man's panic followed in her wake and he begged, "Please. Wake him up."

Nurse Charles stopped and shook her head. "He needs his sleep, poor lamb, and so do you. You're not out of the woods yet."

Tears welled up in Dean's eyes. He could tell she meant well but her compassion would kill them both if she didn't awaken his brother and he croaked out much more forcefully, "Wake him up! Please!"

"All right, if it means that much to you," she huffed, "but you need to stop being so bossy where your brother's concerned."

Shaking Sam's arm drew no response from him and she turned back to Dean. The look in his eyes convinced her to try again. "Sammy," she said gently, "your brother's awake and he needs you." She still got no response and wondered if he, too, had come down with the same illness that plagued his brother.

Please wake up, Sammy, Dean begged silently and, panic stricken, he mustered his last ounce of strength and rolled over. He fell out of the bed with a crash, bruising every part of his body, ripping the catheter painfully from his hand and, as the electrodes ripped free from his chest and the monitor flat lined yet again, Nurse Charles rushed to him.

She tried to help Dean back into bed but, using her helping arms as leverage, he pushed off of her and fell forward onto Sam's bed. His arms barely kept him in an upright position and, with his head bent and his mouth next to Sam's ear, he spoke with great effort, "Sammy, it's me, man. I know you're having the best sex you've ever had right now but think about it. A woman like that…with you?" He pulled in a ragged breath and continued as Nurse Charles just watched and listened, "It's not real. She's not real. She's the hottie from hell and I need you here with me so we can send her back."

But Sam slept on never moving so much as an eyelash so Dean told him, "I know what's wrong with me and it'll be wrong with you, too, if you don't wake up!" With still no response from his brother Dean unfastened the safety pin that was used to anchor the call button cord to the sheet and drove the tip of it deep into the top of his brother's outstretched hand. "Wake up, Goddamn it," he wheezed gasping for air.

"Ow!" Sam sat bolt upright and grabbed his hand. He looked around dazed and confused and watched as Dean gave up his hold on the bed and melted back onto the floor. "Dean!" Sam shouted and, with hands strategically place over his crotch, he got up to help Nurse Hoodoo get Dean settled back into his bed.

The task completed Odette glared at the two of them, "You two want to tell me what's going on here?"

Sam wasn't really sure what was going on. What he did know was that Dean would clue him in but only when they were alone. He remained mute and simply held out his bleeding hand and gave her his best puppy dog eyes.

Snorting, Odette walked over to the crash cart and started to rummage through one of the drawers at the bottom. She eventually came up with a small box and turning to Dean said, "If I didn't know you were so sick I'd think this was some kind of fraternity prank."

Dean looked at her contritely but said nothing in his defense. She gave him the once over with a first class stink eye then walked back to Sam. She picked up his hand and he tried to reassure her, "No Ma'am, it's not a…Ow!" he cried yanking his hand back.

"Its just some disinfectant, child," Nurse Charles sighed shaking her head, "Now hold still so I can tend to your booboo."