Dean woke up again at 7:30 to his phone ringing. "Oh come on Sammy you can't be wondering what sort of laundry detergent to get again." Dean grumbled as he reached for his phone. " 'Lo." He mumbled into the receiver. "Dean Wallins?" An unfamiliar voice questioned. Dean sat bolt upright in bed, Wallins was their most recent insurance scandal, he instantly knew something was wrong. "Yes." Dean replied, afraid of what awaited him on the other end of the line. "I'm calling from the county medical center we have a Sam Wallins here." "Yes, he's my brother, oh God what happened?" "I don't know the exact details; you should probably come down here." "I'll be there as soon as I can." Dean replied snapping the phone shut.

15 minutes later Dean was screeching into the parking lot of the county medical center. "I'm looking for Sam Wallins, he was brought in not to long ago." Dean hurriedly told the receptionist. "Oh yes, just one moment and the doctor will be out to see you." She replied gesturing towards the row of horrible vinyl chairs. Dean was too pre-occupied to sit, instead he paced the small waiting room pondering what on earth could have happened to Sam at the grocery store.

"Mr.Wallins?" Came a gruff male voice.

"Yes that's me, please, call me Dean." He replied briskly shaking the man's hand, "what's going on?"

"My name is Doctor Thompson, it appears your brother had a nasty fall, he passed out in the grocery store, and hit his head pretty hard."

"Wait what?" Dean interrupted, "he passed out?"

"Yes, we're not sure of the reasons for his initial collapse yet, we're running some tests, right now what we're concerned about is the bleed in his head. We're unsure right now if that what caused the initial collapse or if it's a result of the trauma to the head."

"Shit." Dean said as he sat down hard on one of the crappy vinyl chairs. "When can I see him?"

"We're still doing a few tests to determine the extent of intervention necessary. Best case scenario we insert a drain into his head and let the excess fluid drain, then take it out and he'll be good as new."

"Worst case scenario?"

"Worst case scenario is that the bleed is what caused him to pass out in the first place, further test will be necessary, if it was the initial cause it's possible a blood vessel ruptured or there is a small growth we can't see through the bleeding right now."

"Shit." Dean repeated.

"We'll let you know as soon as possible when you can see him." Doctor Thompson said turning on his heel and heading back the direction he came.

An hour later Dean was still sitting in the waiting room contemplating the events of the past two days. "What was the deal with that 'vision'?" Dean wondered to himself, "Was that possibly something else? Something medical?" Nothing normal ever happened to them; it had to have something to do with Sam's suddenly reappearing visions. This thought reassured Dean slightly, because that would mean Sam had just been unlucky in the way he fell, and that was easily fixable. He needed to talk to Sam.

Sam came to with a familiar beeping sound next to him. "Oh no" was his first thought, "Why was he in the hospital?" Then he remembered the vision he was having when he collapsed. It had been short, he was pretty sure knocking himself unconscious with the floor had interrupted 

the vision. What he remembered was the young woman from his previous vision throwing herself into the hotel pool with the yellow eyed man watching, becoming angry as she died. "She was like me…" Sam suddenly realized, that was why he had felt so weird about the whole hunt, she hadn't just drowned; she'd killed herself to escape the demon. "I need to see Dean." Sam thought, not realizing he'd said it out loud.

Suddenly a kind face appeared above his. "The doctor is talking to your brother now sweetie." She said, "I'm sure he'll be in here any minute. How are you feeling? Any pain?" "Uhhh," Sam replied, realizing his head still throbbed. "My head," he said, "not too bad, just, throbbing…" "Alright that's normal, you have a drain placed in the left side of your head right now, when you fell you triggered a small bleed in your brain, the collar is so you don't disrupt it." Just then Sam realized he couldn't move his head. "K" Was all Sam managed to get out, drifting back to unconsciousness.

"Dean."

Dean looked up to see Doctor Thompson heading towards him.

"How's my brother?"

"He's doing well, we installed the drain in the left side of his head, and it doesn't appear he was bleeding before the blunt trauma occurred. We're still unsure why he collapsed in the first place though. Can you think of any reason?"

"Well," Dean started, unsure of how to get out of the whole, 'he has visions' thing. "He used to get rally bad migraines." Dean quickly improvised. "He hasn't had any for almost a year though."

"Really?" Asked Doctor Thompson, "did they just stop or was there a treatment?"

"Umm, I guess they just stopped," Dean replied, "I mean until last night, he didn't seem too good last night, but he insisted he was fine, and this morning he was okay."

"Okay," Doctor Thompson replied, "That may very well be it, migraines are tricky things. Would you like to see him now?"

"Yeah, please." Dean replied, just relieved the migraine story had appeared to work.

Dean walked into Sam's room and was shocked at his appearance.

"Don't worry," The nurse said noting the surprised look on deans face, "the collar is just so he doesn't disturb the drain, and the swelling around the eyes is normal for head trauma," She explained gesturing towards Sam's black eyes.

"Okay" Dean replied hesitantly, taking up his position by his brother's bed.

"He woke up a little bit earlier, he was asking for you. He just needs to rest." She said laving the room and quietly closing the door behind her.

"Hey there kiddo" Dean said as Sam blinked groggily up at him. "You scared the shit outta me, we gotta figure out these visions."

"Girl," Sam muttered, "at hotel, special, haunted by demon. Yellow eyes, why unsure. Visions."

"Whoa Sammy, low down there, I can barely understand you."

"She didn't drown," Sam said very carefully. "Okay" Dean replied hoping to coax the rest out of him. "She killed herself…to make it stop. Yellow eyes."

"What?" Dean said, "You mean Miss Maggie Parker? The girl we just salted and burned?"

"Yeah" Sam replied.

"Wow, okay. That makes a little more sense I guess."



"Mmmm," Muttered Sam closing his eyes again.

"Get some sleep little brother, I'm not going anywhere." Dean said as Sam drifted off.

As soon as Dean was sure Sam was out for the count he flipped open his cell phone and punched speed dial number three.

"'Lo?" A gruff voice answered after the third ring.

"Hey Bobby, it's Dean, I've got a small problem I was wondering if you could figure out for me."

45 minutes later Dean hung up the phone, reassured that Bobby would figure it out.

Even though it was only three o'clock in the afternoon Dean was exhausted.