As soon as they were back at the hotel Dean was going to insist on hearing what Sam's 'vision' or whatever it had been was. However, once they got there Sam flopped into his bed and without a word was asleep. Dean didn't have the heart to wake him.
"More hot water for me I guess." Dean muttered as he plodded into the bathroom to take a shower. After that Dean did a little bit of research to see if he really had missed anything on the case, he had to trust Sam's instincts a little bit. An hour later Dean had scoured the internet and learned nothing more than the fact that the victim was a rumored schizophrenic, he decided to turn in.
The next morning Sam woke up around 6am, Dean was obviously still asleep. Deciding he felt a lot better Sam got up, dressed and headed for the grocery store he had seen just up the street. The night before Sam had been bemoaning their severe lack of supplies to Dean, who hadn't really appeared to care. Sam walked into the moderately sized store with the list he had written out in hand. "Fabric softener, where can I find fabric softener?" He muttered to himself as he walked through the aisles. As he passes the magazine, one cover caught his eye, it was a local tabloid. "New Luxury hotel: HAUNTED" Sam just shook his head, "not anymore." He thought happily, but yesterdays feeling of unease came back to him by the time he hit the next aisle, along with a small dull throb in the back of his head. Sam just shook it off as he spotted the fabric softener. "Aha" he marveled, pleased to have found at least one item off of his list. There was a moderately attractive girl in her mid twenties pondering the detergent one shelf over. Sam ignored her, contemplating his own choices. Just as the girl turned away from Sam, he couldn't help a small gasp coming from his lips as a stab of pain assaulted his head. "Are you alright?" the girl asked turning towards him and moving her cart a little closer. "yeah, I'm fine." Sam tried to assure her, but just then the bottle of fabric softener he was holding slipped from his hand as his knees buckled beneath him and the left side of his head collided with the girl's shopping cart, then the solid floor.
"Where has he gotten off to?" Dean wondered as he was pulled from his sleep by an uneasy feeling at 7am. Dean glanced at the side table and saw a hastily scribbled note from Sam, "Gone to restock, be back in and hour or two. –Sam"," Crazy kid." Dean grumbled noting the time written at the top of the note said 6:15, As he crawled back under the covers.
Sam had blacked out instantly when he hit the floor. Immediately the girl had begun shrieking, and 911 was called. Sam was beginning to come to as the paramedics lifted him onto a stretcher. Sam's first instinct was to bolt upright, but this was hindered by the board he was strapped too. "Wait a minute," Sam thought, "What's going on here?" He peeled his eyes open, immediately regretting it as pain assaulted his head. "Wh…" was all he managed to get out before a kind looking male face appeared above his own, "don't try to move Mr.Wallins, we're taking you to the hospital, you passed out and had a pretty nasty fall." "Who was this Wallins guy?" Sam wondered, before he realized that was the name on the insurance card he carried nowadays. "Dea..?" Sam tried questioning; half aware he was being lifted into an ambulance. "What?" Asked the same kind male voice, "Call Dean," Sam managed to get out, sounding half human. "Brother". "Okay son, we've got your phone."