John's Earth. St. Francis Memorial hospital.

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The room is dim and silent except for a soft beeping and the sound of quiet breathing. There are two people in the room, one laying on the hospital bed, hooked to IVs, oxygen, and the heart monitor; the other slumped in the rocking chair next to the bed with a slightly blood-stained bandage wrapped around his head.

There's an odd peace surrounding the two men, one that makes the nurses who check on them do so siently and either linger or hurry away. But even with that hovering peace the face of the man in the chair is troubled, as though he walks in uneasy dreams.

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"Thanks." he says, when he finally get's his shirt over his head. He gives a smile.

"Betcha that was amusing for you." he adds. Then, "You don't have to babysit me, ya know."

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"Why should it be?" He gives him a searching look, then shakes his head. "You're too sick to be alone. I can spare another day."

-God, please keep Sammy safe. I have to call her yet.-

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"You've got family to take care of that need you." he says, voice raspy. "Shouldn't be fussing over a Dean that's not even yours."

Then the question finally comes to mind that he'd meant to ask yesterday.

"How'd we get here anyways? Isn't this...uh, your world?" he asks, before going into a coughing fit.

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"Sam's where it can't get to her right now," he says softly, holding up the button shirt for him to put his arm in. -And this feels a little like atonement for failing my own son.- "I carried you with me through the door of that crazy place."

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He nods. "So you must be the father of the girl!Sam the other Sam told me about."

Careful Dean, don't confuse yourself.

He slides his arm through the sleeve of the shirt, then the other, and gives a chuckle to himself.

"Ain't never had anybody make this much of a fuss over me." he rasps. "Been dressing myself since before I can remember."

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He pushes away that slow burn of anger again and picks up his jacket for Dean to wear. "Yes. My Sam is a woman."

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Dean senses something, but doesn't mention it. "You gotta keep warm too." he says, looking at the jacket.

"Never really thought of a girl!Sam." A beat. "Never really thought of any, but the one after me in-" he shuts up, mentally kicking himself for even mentioning that.

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"It's not that cold right now." He moves it a little closer and jiggles it insistantly, then frowns. "The one after you?"