Dean:
(…Two days later…)
I've been at a bar close to the hospital and I've slept in the motel that Molly told me about. I'm happy that it's a cheap motel 'cause I'm gonna need the money to pay off the hospital.
The doors of the hospital open when I'm close enough. I walk – as normally as possible – inside and the smell of hospital hits me in the face.
At the counter I say that I'm coming for Sam and the lady behind the desk says that I can walk to his room.
I limp through the hallways and when I'm standing in front of Sam's door I'm a little scared to open it. I take a deep breath and push down the door handle.
Sam is still in his bed, he's still sleeping.
The heart monitor makes the same sound as yesterday, so I guess he's all right.
Sam's hair is turning greasy and it shines because of the white lights.
I take my seat on the stool and grab one of the magazines that are on a little table next to Sam's bed. I look at the pictures and don't read the articles.
This I do for half an hour.
I lay down the magazine and I fall right asleep.
I start when I hear my name.
"Dean?"
Sam's voice asks, but when I look at him his eyes are still closed.
"Sam?"
"Dean." Sam sounds worried.
"Yes, Sammy, I'm here."
I let my hand rest on his shoulder.
"No! Dean, don't!"
His voice gets louder and even a little scared. The heart monitor starts beeping faster and faster. I get my hand off his shoulder.
"No! Don't, Dean, I mean it."
Sam's face makes worried looks, but his eyes are still closed.
"Sam? What the hell are you talking about?"
His heart goes way too fast and I don't know if I should call for a doctor.
"Dean, I know that you're a demon, but you don't have to act like one!"
"Demon? Sam, really, what are you talking about?"
"Nooo!"
Tears start streaming over Sam's cheeks and the heart monitor makes only one noise.
This isn't good!
I run to the hallway and start to yell.
"I need a doctor here! Please, my brother. He…"
One of the doctors runs up to me and sort of pushes me away to get in the room. He's carrying a defibrillator and two assistants are running behind the doctor.
They start reviving Sam and while they do that they yell all kinds of stuff that I don't understand.
Sam is screaming and his body is trembling.
I walk outside the room and take a seat on the bench. I'm hearing the dull sound of the heart monitor.
When I finally hear the sound that the monitor made when I came into the room this morning, I'm calm.
The doctor and his two assistants walk through the door outside and say that I can go inside again.
There lies Sam, still weak and asleep.
I sit again on the stool and I just watch the minutes tick away. I look away from the clock when Molly walks inside.
"Oh, hi, Dean," she says and she wipes a lock of hair behind her right ear.
"Hey, Molly," I reply.
Molly giggles quietly and then makes sure she's serious again.
"Ehm, visiting hours are over. I must send you away, but before I do that I've got some news for you," she says with a serious look on her face.
"Say up," I say while looking at Sam for a second.
"Well." A sigh. "We think – don't know for sure – that your brother might be in a…"
She stops talking for a second.
"…Sam might be in a coma."
It isn't fun, of course, but it doesn't really surprise me.
"We also think that the thing that a moment ago happened was a sign of a really bad dream," she goes on. "So he wasn't awake, he was having a bad dream. But his dreams can drip over in the real world. So we… I must ask you to call for one of us if he starts talking nonsense again."
I nod and look at Sam. He's clearly breathing 'cause his chest is going up and down. But I'm not sure that it'll keeps going up and down if these kinds of things keep happening.
I stand up and lay my hand on Sam's shoulder for a second.
I mouth see you tomorrow and then walk away.
Molly stays in the room to take care of things that Sam needs.
When I walk outside and breathe in the fresh air I ask to myself:
"Will there be a tomorrow for Sammy or is he already gone?"
But I'm not sure if I want to know the answer to that question.