Sam walked back in, quickly shutting the door behind him.
"I got burgers, fries, and milkshakes for us. But I had to sneak them past the hospital security and the army of nurses, so eat quick, no outside food aloud."
"Thanks, Sam," Dean said, taking the burger, fries, and drink being handed to him. He opened the burger and started scarfing it down, one huge bite after another.
"By eat quickly, I didn't mean 'eat so fast you can't breathe,'" Sam said, looking at his brother with disgust. He looked over at Cas, who was eyeing Sam's still-whole burger.
"Are you going to eat that?" he asked nervously.
"Where's yours? I just handed it to you."
"I ate it already."
"Yes, I am going to eat this." Sam took a bite, and Cas's face dropped in disappointment.
"I'm tired," Dean said suddenly. Sam and Cas looked at him, both wondering how Dean can still be tired after being in a coma for four days.
"Don't tell me you're going to sleep without finishing your lunch. I went through a lot to get it in here, you know," Sam said, almost sternly.
Dean dropped his burger into his lap and his head rolled back, his head resting on his right shoulder. His eyes rolled back into his head, and the machines measuring his vitals started going crazy. His heart rate was dangerously high and he was having trouble breathing.
"Dean!" Sam yelled, tossing his burger back into the bag and running for the door.
Cas stood up, not knowing what to do, but he was obviously freaking out. Before, if this situation were to prevail, Cas would just heal Dean. Now, he could do nothing, and he felt helpless.
"We need help in here!" he yelled at anyone who would listen. Five nurses came running, hearing the sound from the machines in Dean's room, and another called Dean's doctor over the intercom. Sam and Cas were kicked out of the room as the team of medical personnel tried desperately to revive Dean.