Sam

He spots Dean on his way into his own group session. Sam knows he has to tell Dean about who Jane Doe really is. According to Martin, Anna sits in on all the group sessions, mostly because it ensures she has some kind of regular interaction with people besides doctors. Otherwise she would sit in a chair in the rec room or on her bed and do nothing.

Sam knows that he cannot let Dean just walk into that surprise. Sam still remembered what Dean was like after she had died, or rather, when they'd thought she'd died.

For two days after Wyoming, Dean did nothing but drink and break furniture. The only time he reigned it in was when Nico, Annabeth or Percy were around. He was angry and destructive and the nothingness of no cases those first few days was making everything worse. Then on the third day, it was like everything had shut off. Like she'd never existed in the first place. The only sign since then was that they never spoke her name, and Dean always carried the stupid burner phone she'd always told him to get rid of. And that once every couple of months he made sure to stop by New York to check on Nico and take him someplace fun. Sam had continued that for Dean while he'd been in Hell.

'If Cas pulled Dean out of Hell, who pulled Anna out? And more importantly, why?' Sam wondered. Even though he had no idea how he was going to break the news, he knew he needed to tell Dean before he found out on his own. Walking up behind his brother he calls out in a harsh whisper.

"Dean, hey." His brother turned around. Sam opened his mouth, then closed it frowning. Dean's hands were stuffed in his pockets, toes scuffing the floor. His whole expression was fairly reminiscent of a kicked puppy. Sam felt the first stirrings of panic in his chest. Dean doesn't do kicked puppy. Dean was the stoic, nothing bothers me, no chick flick moments type.

"You okay?" He asked instead. Dean's face furrows, irritation etched across his expression.

"I just got thraped. So no, I am not okay. Tell me you found something." Dean demanded. Sam's stomach churned, and he fidgeted slightly. He had to tell Dean.

"Yeah, actually I found a few things. This one guy said he saw it, we should talk to him." He hesitated as Dean nodded, already turning away.

"Also Dean. Jane Doe, the mute girl Martin told us about? I saw her, in group. Apparently she sits in on all the group sessions." Dean shrugged.

"Ok, what about her? Think we can get her to talk or is she just kooky dukes?" Sam sighed, shifting his weight. Dean's brow furrowed as he examined Sam's anxious expression.

"Sammy..." He said quietly. Sam took a deep breath.

"Dean, Jane Doe. I'm pretty sure... I'm pretty sure she's Anna. Actually, I'm certain of it. It's not some monster wearing her face. She's human. I checked." His brother froze. Sam stood awkwardly, as anxiety flooded his body. By some unspoken agreement, they never talked about her. Not to each other at least. Sam did to Bobby, at least he did more right after she'd jumped through the gate in Wyoming. But as the months passed, they brought her up less and less as the pain of losing her lessened. He doubts Dean has spoken her name out loud since the day she died. Sam is certain that losing Anna poisoned him against relationships, and cemented his type of hook up.

Since Wyoming Dean hasn't touched a woman who looked like her. Sure he flirted with them, but the women Dean fell into bed with never had dark hair or grey eyes. They never moved with the grace of someone who understood exactly how their body worked, and they never had that innate steel core that was evident on Anna even before he'd known she was a hunter. Sam suspected Dean still harbored some feelings for Anna. His older brother had always been a player, but after Anna, it always seemed like he held everyone at an even farther distance than he had before.

They stood there in silence for another minute before Dean moved.

"How?" He muttered lowly, his eyes hard and cold. Sam shrugged.

"All I know is she is sitting in that room, but I don't think anyone is home. At least not in any recognizable way." Sam sighed, glancing down the hall.

"Martin said when she arrived eight months ago she was practically feral, snarling and skittish, more animal than human. But a few months ago, right after the suicides began she just... she went... blank." Sam wasn't sure how else to describe what she was like now. Dean nodded shortly, pain clouding his features. Sam sighed.

"Look, we still gotta talk to the guy who we know saw it, and is willing and able to actually communicate with us. We'll deal with Anna later. Meet here in an hour?" Dean nodded shortly, turning to leave.

"Sooner we take care of this thing, sooner we can leave." Sam nodded. He doubted that was how it was actually going to work. They couldn't leave Anna here, no matter how crazy she might be. She was one of theirs, and Sam wasn't going to let her down. And neither would Dean.