Sam's freaking out . . . he can't get Dean to wake up. He looks down at his brother with a mixture of complete fear and ultimate love in his eyes. He pauses for a moment, and then pulls out his cell phone, dialing those three numbers their dad had told them never to call. "Cops are bad news boys." "Cops just get in the way." "They don't have any idea what's really going on." . . . John's words streamed through Sam's mind as he hit the 'call' button on his phone. He didn't care about the cops . . . he just knew he needed to get Dean to the hospital, and fast. And the only way to do that was with an ambulance.

911 Operator: "9-1-1 . . . What is your emergency?"

Sam: "My Brother! He . . . he just collapsed! I can't get him to wake up!"

911 Operator: "Calm down sir . . . do you know where you are?"

Sam: "Uhh . . . yeah . . . I uh . . . we're in room 13 at a motel . . . uhh . . . the address is 1764 S Wilshire Blv . . ."

911 Operator: "Alright Sir, I've got an ambulance on the way . . . do you know what caused this?"

Sam: "No . . . I have no idea . . ."

911 Operator: "Alright, well, please stay on the line until the ambulance arrives Sir. This way we can continue to monitor the situation."

Sam: "Alright . . . wait . . . I can hear the sirens . . ." Gets up and looks out the window. "I can see their lights . . . they're pulling in now . . ."

911 Operator: "Ok, I'm going to let you off the line now Sir. Goodbye." hangs up.

Sam shoves his phone in his pocket and rushes outside to meet the paramedics.

Sam: "Quick! He's in here!" grabs the closest paramedic and rushes back inside, showing him Dean

Paramedic#1: "Thank you sir, now please, just step back and let us do our job."

Sam pauses for a moment, but steps back out of the way just as the other two paramedics rush in with a stretcher

They do a preliminary check over Dean. They conclude that he has a weak pulse but is still breathing fairly well.

Paramedic#1: "Alright, let's load him up!"

The second and third Paramedics grab Dean and carefully transfer him to the stretcher. They wheel him out and start loading him into the ambulance

Paramedic#1: "Sir, are you going to be riding with?"

Sam: "Uhh . . ." He wanted to go with Dean, but if he needed to leave the hospital for any reason, he needed to have the Impala with him. "I'll meet you guys there . . ."

Paramedic#1 nods and goes out, getting into the ambulance and starting up the engine. Sam watched the paramedics in the back hook Dean up to an IV bag as the ambulance drove away.

Sam wastes no time as he grabs his laptop and their dad's journal. He gets his handgun, checking that it's fully loaded, and secures it in the waistband of his jeans. He looks around the room one last time, trying to see if he'd forgotten anything. He grabs the keys to the Impala and heads out.

Sam sits nervously in the hospital . . . it had been over an hour now, and they wouldn't let him back to see Dean. Sam was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, head in hands and he was fidgety . . . his leg kept bouncing up and down uncontrollably. He practically jumped out of his chair when the doctor came up the hallway and called his name.

Sam: runs up to the doctor, an expression of sheer panic plastered to his face "Is he ok! What was it? What happened!"

Doctor: "Well, ummm . . ." the doctor studied Sam for a moment.

Sam: oh god, this had to be bad . . . the doctor was pausing . . . and he looked baffled . . . "Doctor . . . is my brother ok?"

Doctor: "Well . . . we uh . . . we did all the tests we could . . . and uhhh . . . there's nothing we can do . . ."

Sam: Panic rising in his voice "What! . . . You're telling me you can't find a cure!" this was horrible . . . absolutely horrible.