"I don't have girl hair, do I Dean?" Sam looked for the napkin dispenser that he held close to his face, examining his reflection from different angles. When he looked up, he saw that Dean was looking out the window, watching the rain fall, a concentrated look on his face. "Dean?"

Dean tore his gaze from the window to see that Sam was once again looking at his reflection in the dispenser. "Well..yeah..when you keep checking your makeup like that, you kinda do. Excuse me, I have to make a phone call. Order us some beer?"

Sam placed the dispenser back near the wall and lifted up his finger and signaled the waitress over and ordered two beers. He smiled as he reached into his jacket, a plan coming to mind. Dean had been grumpy since Sam rescued him from the Djinn, so it was time liven things up. He thank the waitress as she came back and sat the two bottles near him and Sam placed on on Dean's side.

A few minutes later, Dean came back from outside, an even grumpier look on his face adn slid into the booth. "Everything OK?" Sam smiled as he lifted up his beer to his mouth.

"Yeah, fine. Called the hospital and that chick we ran into earlier is still there. The nurse is gonna call me back when she leaves."

Sam smiled and lifted up his beer. "So..let's toast. Great to have you back man."

Dean let out a sigh and picked up his beer bottle and took a healthy sip. He set it back down on the table and went to pick up his burger, but the funny thing was, the bottle was still attached to his hand. He looked at it in confusion and shook the bottle, trying to dislodge it from his palm. He looked up to see Sam was smiling at him. "You didn't."

"Ohhhh," Sam laughed as he shook his head and held up a tube of crazy glue. "Oh but I did."

"Dammit Sam," Dean roared as he shook his hand even harder. "Not funny. Son of a bitch!" He barked as he heard his phone going off on the table. He fumbled with his left hand trying to open the phone as Sam began to laugh even harder. "This isn't funny man." Dean placed the phone between his shoulder and his chin and flipped it open while giving Sam the evil eye.

"Come on, Lana," Jessica pleaded as she inched the tray closer to her. Lana didn't budge from looking out the window, the same position she had been in since she woke up. Not a smile on her face, not a word spoken. "Please?"

Jessica let out a sigh and threw the spoon on the tray where it clattered into the untouched soup. "OK fine, you want to just sit there and waste away, go ahead. I'm done." She reached over and angrily took her red jacket off the back of the chair and stormed out of the room.

When Lana heard the curtain being tossed aside, she turned to see the blonde hair swinging out of view. She let out a sigh and changed positions and grimaced as she grabbed her injured arm that was still in the black sling. With her left hand, she took the spoon and stuck it in the congealed soup and made a face as she watched it drip off the spoon.

"They should outlaw that, shouldn't be in the same category as food."

Lana slowly lifted her eyes from the bowl of soup to see a man standing just inside of the curtain wearing a dark blue suit. He was very handsome, with dark hair and light green eyes. She searched her memory on where she had seen him before. He pointed to the chair that was near her bed. "May I?"

She turned her head to look at the chair, than at the man, not saying a word. When she didn't respond, he slowly took a couple of steps into the room. He slid his hand inside the depths of his suit coat and slid out a leather billfold and flipped it open. "I'm Agent Perry. FBI, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions."

Her breathing increased as he slowly approached the chair and slid it out, his green eyes locked on hers. Her eyes were large as he sat down and she moved her body away from him. She turned her head back to the window, feeling her bottom lip trembling.

Dean sat there in the chair watching the emotions on Lana's face and was about to get up and leave, when he heard her say something. He leaned forward. "Excuse me?"

She turned to look at him as her bottom lip trembled. "You were there...I saw you." She wanted to yell at him but she was afraid he wasn't real, that she was still in that world.

Dean saw her hesitation as she looked at him, seeing the emotions that came across her face. Fear, confusion, hurt and pain were all in her light green eyes that were watery with unshed tears. He leaned forward, placing his arm on the bed. "Lana..is there something you want to say?" He watched her eyes searching his, her lips parted as if she was about to say something, but instead she shook her head. "Lana..I know this is hard to take in, but i know what you saw. I believe you."

"What the hell are you doing in here?" Dean could see that Lana was on the verge of telling him, he could see the look in her eye, but when the voice barked from the curtain, the wall was back up.