Dean would be the one in the hospital bed, hooked up to all the machines, and pale as the sheets covering him. He looks like he should be dead, but the only thing that tells otherwise would be the machines, and that steady, insistent beep.

His eyes move underneath closed eyelids a moment, before weakly fluttering open.

He frowns, not knowing how he got here exactly, and is almost ready to bolt, until his eyes land on...

"Dad?"