The moment that Caleb had vacated Dean's body, Sam and Bobby had moved Dean to the back seat of the car and rushed him to the hospital in the nearby town. This was one of the few times when they hadn't really been forced to lie to the hospital staff about what had happened. Dean had been missing for just over a week and was found bloodied and broken when Sam and Bobby were still out searching for him. The police had been called, of course, and there had been a million and one questions - mostly about why Sam hadn't filed a missing person's report on his missing brother. Sam had explained to the police that his brother had a tendency to run off from time to time, but he always returned within a few days. Sam would have filed the report if Dean had still been missing a few days later. The police accepted the story, though reluctantly. They really didn't like what they were hearing, but they also couldn't really call Sam a liar - even if he was one for that particular part of the story.

Sadie stood by the window in Dean's hospital room, staring through the glass at nothing in particular. Thoughts of John ran through her head so quickly that none could really be captured and dwelled upon. He might only have been in the world for eighteen months, but there had been a lot of living in those eighteen months. He was a very unique boy, and there was no denying that.

Sam had gone back to the motel long enough to shower and change his clothes before coming back to the hospital. He walked into the room, seeing Sadie staring through the window. It made him wonder just how much she really knew. After all, she'd been the one sending the anonymous emails that had led them on the wild goose chase for Lilith. If she'd been able to track Lilith that well and send them on the right path, what else did she know that she wasn't letting on? The thought of that worried Sam, to be honest. He didn't like not knowing what the other person knew, especially when it came to demons. So what if Sadie was only half demon and had chosen good over evil? The truth of the matter was, she was still half demon.

"How's he doing?" he asked, finally making his presence known.

Sadie had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even noticed Sam come into the room. She jumped slightly when he spoke, but she tried to cover it up. She glanced over her shoulder at Sam and gave a small shrug of her shoulder. "I don't know. There's no change, so that's not bad, but it's not good, either."

Sam walked slowly to his brother's bedside, thinking not for the first time that Dean was barely recognizable as Dean at the moment. From the bruises to the swollen eyes to the way his skin almost seemed loose from the starvation and dehydration, he looked more like a shell of the man he'd been just a week ago. The thought of everything Dean had been through was more often than not too much for Sam to even really think about.

He turned his attention back to Sadie, putting his back to Dean. "John's okay. Bobby doesn't even really know where he is, for obvious reasons, but he does know that he's safe."

Sadie just nodded. Emotions that welled up inside of her threatened to choke her, and speaking at the moment was simply not possible. John was her entire life now, and if anything happened to her son, she'd never be able to forgive herself.

The room fell into a sad silence. The only sounds were the breathing machine and the heart monitor's slow and steady beeping to indicate the currently perfect rhythm of Dean's heart beat. A blip on the machine, a skip of the heart beat, had both Sadie and Sam turning around in unison to look at Dean. His heart had sped up slightly. It had skipped a beat and sped up. It wasn't much, but it was a reaction - an indication that there was more going on inside of Dean than the nothing that the doctor's had indicated by all their "tests".

"Dean?" Sam asked quickly as he hovered over his brother, watching the damaged face for any sign of life. An eye movement beneath the swollen and bruised lid was the only indication that came from Dean. "Dean, come on. Wake up," Sam urged quietly.

Dean's finger on which the small heart monitoring device was clipped twitched once, and Sam kept up the pep talk. "You can do it, Dean. I know you're in there. You've been through worse than this before and come back. I know you can now."

Sadie stood still at the window, refusing to come close to the bed. Dean was in the condition in which he was in right now because of her. She'd put him in that bed, even if Sam denied that fact. She knew she was right, and she wasn't about to make it worse by actually approaching the bedside. However, as she stood at the window, staring at the lifeless form throug the tears in her eyes, she couldn't help but hope and find herself even praying to God that Dean really was waking up and coming back from the brink.

The finger twitch stopped, the eye movement stopped, the heart monitor returned to the same steady rhythm it had carried since Dean had been admitted. He didn't make a sound, he didn't open his eyes, he didn't move again. Sam held his breath, hoping and praying for something more from his brother, but it didn't come.

In a huff of frustration, Sam released the breath he'd been holding. "Damn it!" he cursed.

Sadie let out her own held breath in a quiet sob as more tears filled her eyes. She couldn't do this. She couldn't stand by and watch him just lay there anymore. She had to get out.

"I've got to go, Sam," she said quickly and reached for her bag in the chair beside the bed.

Sam spun around, a confused look on his face. "What? You can't leave, Sadie. Something just happened here! He's coming back! He is! And you can't just be gone when he does! How in the hell am I supposed to explain that to him?"

Sadie threw her bag over her shoulder and looked at Sam as tears began to stream from her eyes. "Tell him anything you want to, Sam, but I can't sit here another minute and watch him die!"

With that, Sadie ran from the room. Sam stared after her and even though a part of him wanted to strangle her in frustration over her leaving, another part of him understood exactly how she felt. Because, the truth was, he felt the same way.

Sam turned back to the bed and again leaned down close to Dean's ear. "Dean, I know you're in there. You have to wake up. You have to come back. There's too much going on here that you have to know about, but I can't tell you when you're out of it. Please, Dean. You gotta wake up."