Dean's head jerks up at the sound of Sam's voice and he loses his control of the fight. He can feel himself being ripped forward into blackness . . . and then . . . nothingness.

Sam looks frantically around the room, attempting to sense Dean's spiritual presence.

Sam: "Dean? Dean! DEAN! Can you hear me!"

Sam shifts his weight and starts to stand up.

Sam: "Damn you and your ornery ass Dean!"

As Sam speaks, Dean suddenly gasps awake . . . finally whole and reconnected with his body.

Dean: "Now, now Sammy . . . that's not very nice . . ." smirks as he starts to sit up, hiding his grimace of pain behind the smirk.

Sam whips around to face Dean.

Sam: "Dean! Dean you're ok!" Starts to walk over to Dean, but pauses when Dean hold up his hand.

Dean: Now sitting up. "Whoa there Sammy . . . no chick flick moments . . ." Smirks.

Sam: "Fine . . . and it's Sam . . . you jerk . . ." A smile tugging at his lips.

Dean: ". . . Bitch . . ." smiles.

Dean suddenly frowns . . . he remembered doing the spell with Sarah . . . but a cursory glance around the room reveals the blatantly obvious lack of Sarah.

Sam notes his frown and complies with a simple assessment of the room. "What are you looking for Dean?"

Dean: turns to Sam and scowls. "Only your girlfriend Sam . . . who by the way you really owe an apology to . . ."

Sam: Furrowing his brow. "Me? Why should I apologize!"

Dean: "Because you didn't treat her like the lady you normally do . . ."

Sam: "But that's not my fault! That was technically you on that date! Aww crap . . . you went on a date with Sarah!"

Dean: "Well only because I was in you're body! . . . Which . . . there's kind of a ewwww factor to that . . ."

Sam rolls his eyes. "Well being you wasn't exactly what I'd call fun . . ."

Dean: "Hey! That hurts Sammy . . . right here . . ." Places his hand over his heart, another smirk threatening to play at his lips.

Sam: "Whatever Dean . . . can we go find Sarah now? I need to know she's ok . . ."

Dean: "Yeah . . . but uhh . . . put some clothes on, cuz honestly? No one wants to see that kind of rear view . . ." Shudders from the metal scarring and turns away, tugging on his own clothes behind the curtain that separates the room for privacy if the patient wants it.

Dean: "You ready Sam?"

Sam: "Yeah . . . can we go now!"

Dean: Pushes the curtain back and walks over to the door. "Yeah . . . we can go now . . ."

Sam follows Dean out into the hallway and looks both ways.

Sam: "Which way?"

Dean: Shrugs "Split up . . . you take left, I'll take right . . ."

Sam: "Yeah . . . ok . . ." Turns left and starts walking towards the waiting room that faces west.

Dean takes the opposite direction and walks down the hall to the other waiting room. He gets there and looks around, trying to see if Sarah had come out here for a more comfortable place to rest

Dean finally sees her slumped in a chair in the far corner of the room. He quickly makes his way over to her.

Dean: "Sarah? Sarah, wake up . . ."