Have you ever been in that weird little place, that small pocket of almost consciousness? Have you ever been in that place when everything seems sharper, cleaner, crisper? When you suddenly realize things that you never would have known before, and everything seems so clear and obvious? That place in between sleep and the waking world, that place of clairvoyance that brings you the feeling of wisdom and fearlessness was where Sam found himself. He was pretty sure that something bad had happened, and right as the fuzziness dissipated from his head he could hear the crash, the screeching tires, and the steady beep of the heart monitor with heartbreaking clarity. The first thought that crossed his mind was I'm dead, I'm dead, I am dead. The very next thought was, Dean.

It was light in this purgatory-like place, and oddly comfortable. Sam had this overwhelming sense of calm and contentment. He was suddenly absolutely sure that everything was going to be alright. There were transparent, glittering forms of people drifting past him, a few seemed to be calling out, a few seemed to be sobbing, but for the most part they were apathetic wanderers whose pale and scintillating eyes were full of peace and closure. There were some that were sitting in groups, laughing and talking without noise, they seemed so happy, so perfect and in tune. Sam looked around but none of the forms met his gaze or looked his way. Those that were sad were perfect in their sadness, and those that were happy were blissful to a point that Sam had never seen before. Yet none of them seemed real, they were like mannequins, smiling people in commercials, or saddened people from soap operas, their veiled wailing made them beautiful in their sadness. Their perfection seemed haunting and Sam sincerely hoped this wasn't his eternity.

Dean was in the waiting room with Cora unable to tare his eyes from the dirty linoleum as he waited for Dr. Mitchell to reappear. She did show up eventually, her stethoscope around her neck and a defeated look in her eyes. He knew before she told him, he could feel it in the pit of his stomach and he just wanted to throw up.

"Mr. Winchester…I'm sorry." Four words that ended Dean's life, four words that took the meaning from his breath, the shine from his eyes, those four words sent the world crumbling down. He could feel the air slip from between his lips, and the water well up in his eyes, threatening to fall from his tear ducts and break apart what was left of his composure. He couldn't feel the people around him, even as Dr. Mitchell explained that she had done all that she could, but that it just wasn't good enough. He could swear that the ground was spinning under his feet, and that all of the oxygen was sucked from the air around him. He had nothing left, nothing to grab onto, nothing to keep him from falling into that part of him that he secretly feared. He wouldn't talk and he wouldn't move, Cora and Dr. Mitchell both tried, in vain to get him to believe it, to accept the fact that he couldn't do anything, his brother was gone.

Cora bounced the little girl on her knee, as she glanced worriedly towards Dean.

"Do you think that you can move?" she asked as nicely as she could manage, looking at the man who looked like he had just lost everything he had ever loved in his life. Dean didn't respond and Cora continued,

"Can I do anything?" Dean still didn't say anything and Cora let out a sigh. Dean just shook his head, the tears spilling over in his eyes and splashing onto the hard linoleum and didn't say a word. A few moments later there was a great commotion as someone was wheeled in on a gurney, surrounded by a group of doctors and fast talking nurses. One of the doctors whipped his head around to a small frail looking nurse,

"Name, we need a name" he barked and she flipped through torn bits of leather that was once a wallet of some kind.

"Collins, Drake Collins." The doctor sighed and slowed down,

"Alright, guys, this one's a DOA" his voice continued but Cora didn't hear it, she almost hit the floor she stared at the bloody heap that was once her brother in awe without moving, or even breathing. She gripped her stomach painfully as if someone had reached in her and pulled out her intestines savagely. The little girl almost toppled out of her lap and Dean caught her just in time. He shushed the baby back from the verge of hysteria and arched an eyebrow at Cora. She tried to settle herself back on a chair ad almost sat on a small silver box.

"What is it?" Dean asked clearing his throat and Cora held it up to her face with a look of confusion and sorrow.

"It's Drake's phone" she said slowly, as if the language was foreign to her, she brought the phone to her ear and gasped "and it's ringing."

Collins found himself in some sort of nightmare. A place that had a fun house mirror effect, thousands of shimmering figures marching around him in tune to the deep emotions that they were expressing through wails, or laughter, where the very ground seemed to spin underneath his feet. There was nothing solid but a pinpoint of clear and tangible life about a hundred yards from him.

"Hey!" He yelled and whoever it was turned to face him. Collins ran to meet the person and his eyes widened when he saw who it was. "Sam?"

"That's right Mr. Wallace, we have your daughter, yes, she's fine…of course we'll wait for you to get here." Cora hung up and stared at the little girl in Dean's arms with mixed feelings. "This is too weird" she said and Dean nodded, the fresh pain of Sam's death not ebbing any.

"It's like someone is playing with our heads" he said rubbing his forehead. Suddenly the world seemed to be tilting on its axis. Damn, if only he were as invincible as Sam seemed to think that he was, then he could just fly around the world and turn back time. In his head he was blaring his stereo hoping that the heavy rock would bite back his feelings, just until he was alone. The music in his head got louder and louder until he realized that the music wasn't just playing in his head but blaring through the automatic doors from the parking lot. He warily walked over to the door and peered through the glass. His jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw his car, not a scratch in sight, parked in front of the hospital. The stereo was blaring and it looked at him like it was daring him, urging him to do something stupid. He reached in his pocket out of habit and was surprised to feel the cold metal of his keys. Cora was right, this was too weird.

"Drake?" Sam looked…great. His skin glowed, his hair and eyes shined, and his smile was bright enough to light up hell, metaphorically speaking of course.

"Sam, where are we?" Sam shrugged, a smile still on his face. He didn't know, and he didn't care and his happiness was bugging Collins.

"I have no idea" he said rather happily.

"What do you mean you have no idea?" Collins was getting frantic and desperate. Sam's smile didn't disappear as he answered,

"I don't think that we're supposed to be here…I think that we're trespassing." Collins raised his eyebrows and shook his head,

"You okay?" He asked and Sam nodded,

"Yeah, I'm okay, I'm….great." Collins sighed,

"I don't think that Cora is." Collins looked down but he saw something in Sam's face change, the light was gone, and a frown replaced the eerie smile,

"Dean."

"Thank you, Miss. You don't know how much…" Mr. Wallace's voice faltered as he took his little girl in his arms. Cora nodded, tears in her eyes,

"Please, it really was Dean here, and our brothers." Her tears did spill over and she wiped them away hurriedly dipping her head away from the happy father.

"Thanks Dean" he said turning to the elder of the Winchesters, who was staring ahead with a blank look on his face, his eyes focusing on the car that was visible through the glass of the doors. Mr. Wallace raised his eyebrows but continued speaking to Cora. "Next time you see your brothers tell them I said thanks." Mr. Wallace was out the door before he could see the tears fall from both Cora and Dean's eyes. As he watched Mr. Wallace drive away something inside Dean changed. He got up and walked out of the hospital doors quickly. Cora almost didn't notice he was gone but she felt it as he stomped passed her, she could feel some sort of horrible rage and sorrow in his steps.

"Dean, wait!" She hurried after him, her hands shaking. She caught up with him as he was unlocking the driver's side door to his car. "There is no way I'm going to let you drive away in that car." Dean looked up at her, a completely defeated look in his eyes.

"Why not?" He asked and she almost laughed at him,

"Because you'll die!" She said, yet even as the words left her mouth she could see the look in his eyes that told her that was what he had planned.

"Why should you care?" He asked and she looked at him in utter disbelief. She cared because if he died, she would be left alone to deal with this strange case by herself, with no one that understood.

"Look, I don't know what's going on here…" she looked at the ground and she faltered. Tears spilled forth from her eyes and she brought her hands up to cover her face. Dean weakened when he saw her cry, and he sighed.

"I have an idea of how we could save them" he said walking around to the trunk and pulling out the journal.

"What is that?" She asked tucking her hair behind her ears, and wiping her reddening eyes.

"Our answers." He said with a sad little shadow of his smirk, "I'm pretty sure there's something in here that will bring them back." Cora shook her head,

"Dean…I don't understand." She said and he sighed,

"I'll explain, I just need a ride." Cora nodded and reached into her pocket and pulling out her keys. She just wanted to see Drake's face again, smiling, happy, and alive, and if Dean could give that to her, then he was her lifeline. She walked over to her Corvette and nodded,

"Get in."