Sam woke up, in a unfamiliar bed. For one glorious second he thought it had been a dream, or at the very least he was back in Mystery Spot. He had gotten out once, who said he couldn't again?

But it all came crashing down when a female face suddenly loomed over him, a fake smile on her face.

"Hello... Agent Gabriel. How are you feeling?" Oh god, they had found the ID's. Hopefully the car was too broken for the police to go trawling through the boot or glove compartment.

"Where's Dean?" He couldn't remember the name Dean had used the day before.

The smile dropped. "I'm afraid the other agent didn't make it out. We have sent for the FBI."

"Dean's... Dead?"

"I'm so sorry."

Sam lay back, his mind whirling. H could feel tears rising up and he blinked them down, his face crumpling.

"What- what day is it?" Please let it be Tuesday. He could get out of the loop if it was-

"Wednesday."

Tears split.

This was life.

The nurse's face softened.

"I'll leave you alone for a bit, and then send the doctor in to check you over."

Sam lay staring at the ceiling, until the door clicked shut.

He blinked and tears spilt over, sobs racking his body. He curled into a ball, the pillow becoming sodden.

"Dean... What do I do?"