AN: Back again, finally! This is going to be my next story to finish now that I'm done with Problem with Pets, so updates should be quicker again. So here we go, enjoy!

It took Dean four days to wake up. And while everyone was expecting him to, no one expected the manner in which he did.

Things started off normal. He cracked his eyes open at first, squinting around the room and trying to focus. John and Sam were sitting nearby playing cards. When they heard a soft moan from the bed, they quickly got up and rushed over. Dean's eyes focused on them after a moment and a half smile crept up on his face.

"You're awake!" Sam cried happily, tears of joy were leaking from his eyes as he bounced beside the bed. John smiled down at his eldest, not saying anything as he worked to keep his own tears at bay. Dean opened his mouth to speak but the only thing that came out was a soft croak. Quickly, John went and filled a cup with water for him.

"Small sips." He told the boy as he held the cup to his lips for him to drink. Following the order, Dean slowly swollowed the refreshing liquid. When the glass was empty, john set it down and reached over to ruffle the teen's longer than normal hair.

"So you enjoy your nap? Had us really worried there buddy."

Dean looked at him in confusion briefly before looking around the room and realizing he was in a hospital. Wetting his dry lips, he cleared his throat before speaking, "Wha' H'p'n'd?"

"There were two Wedigoes, remember?" Sam told him before John could say anything, "You went a round with both of them, protecting me while I was stuck."

Dean squinted in concentration for a minute before nodding his head, putting what he could remember about that night back together in his head.

"How L'ng?" He asked, his voice stronger than it had been the last time he spoke.

"It's been almost six weeks. You hit your head pretty good and have been in a coma since then." John informed him. Dean's eyes got wide as his jaw dropped. He was out for that long? Snapping his jaw shut, he leaned back into his pillows to process what he'd just been told.

Sam and John took a step back, allowing Dean some personal space to think in. Walking to the wall, Sam pushed the call button to let the nurses know what Dean had woken up. They all sat quietly, waiting for a nurse or Dr. Phillips to come in.

John glanced up when Dean's heart monitor started speeding up for no discernable reason. With a look of concern, he also noted that his son's chest was starting to heave as he began to hyperventilate.

"Dean?" He managed to ask before his eldest sat straight up and started screaming. The blond's eyes were locked on the far corner of the room as he tried to scramble off the bed. Moving quickly the eldest Winchester grabbed his son, holding him on the bed so that he didn't pull his IV out and hurt himself.

The door burst open as Dr. Phillips and several nurses came rushing in.

"What happened?" The doctor asked as he moved forward towards the still screaming boy.

"He woke up and was fine till a minute ago when he sat up and started screaming bloody murder." John told him as he tried to calm Dean down and stop him from hurting himself.

After failing to calm him down after five minutes, Dr. Phillips reluctantly sedated him. Once he was in the middle of the bed with all the wires reconnected and his IV reset, he sighed and beckoned John to follow him out of the room.

Once the door was shut, Sam moved forward from the corner he'd been pushed into so that he wasn't in the way. He looked over to the corner Dean had been terrorized of, but there was nothing there to see from across the room. Walking over, he looked for physical signs of something being there but found nothing. Coming up to the bedside, he grabbed his brother's once again limp hand and squeezed it.

"It's ok Dean, there's nothing here. Dad n' me are here, nothing can get you." He whispered, wondering what his brother had seen that freaked him out like that. Sam had never seen him react like that to anything they've ever faced before. The hand in his squeezed back briefly before going limp again. Sam looked down at Dean's not so peaceful face and smiled sadly.

John reentered the room twenty minutes later and smiled softly at the scene that greeted him. Sam had crawled into the bed with his big brother and was curled around him.

"You awake Sam?" He asked softly. The young boy nodded, looking up at his father.

"They have any idea what happened?" He asked, sitting up and stretching.

"No. Doc is hoping had something to do with stress."

"What do you mean 'hoping'?" The young teen growled in question. John sighed and scrubbed at his face.

"There's a possibility that his reaction was caused by brain damage. The brain functions differently when awake than when unconscious. They're going to do some more scans the next time he's up so they can see if everything is functioning or not."

They were quiet for awhile as they watched Dean breathe.

"I think he saw something. Like a ghost or a Reaper maybe. He wouldn't have acted like that for no reason." Sam finally said, deciding to disregard the idea that his big brother might not all be there anymore.

"Well, it's possible. We are in a hospital." John admitted, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

"Plus he hates hospitals." Sam continued, "Maybe he'll be fine if we get him out of here."

"I'll talk to Doc about it, see if he thinks that's a good idea or not yet."

"What, we're not going to sneak out like normal?"

"Heh, no. Not when John Collins has some pretty good insurance to cover it." John smirked as he spoke, "Doc said Dean'll be out for a couple hours, you and I might as well head back to the motel and get cleaned up. We'll get some grub too while we're out."

"Yeah." Sam agreed reluctantly, sliding off the bed and following his dad out the door. He glanced back at Dean one more time before jogging to catch up with their father.

"I'll be ok. He'll be ok." John said under his breath. Sam wasn't sure if his dad was saying it to assure him or to comfort himself.