Kira had put up the no vacancy sign late last night and intended for it to stay that way until Sam got better. She felt the need to focus on him. She did have three guests to care for. Dean, Bobby and her love. She made breakfast for the two and returned to Sam while they ate. She sat on the bed and lifted Sam's head, placing it in her lap. She needed to reach out to him somehow. To bring him back to her. She smoothed his now darker-she'd noticed- hair back from his forehead. Stilling her mind, she worked her way into his, a loving soothing voice, calling out to him to reach for her, so she could pull him back. She placed a hand on his forehead, soothing, strong. And sent herself seeking her love.

It was dark inside his mind. Cold. The part of her inside his mind shivered without moving. She called out to him. "Sam?" Bracing herself, she moved forward into the darkness and called again. "Sam?" Then she felt it. A stirring; a caress of warm wind on her face. He was here. He was with her. She turned into the wind and saw a shadow in the distance. A tall figure, hunched against the darkness.

"Kira?" It came as a whisper. A terrified call for help.

"Sam! I'm here. Reach out to me. Let me help you."

"Help me. I can't find my way back. I think I lost Dean. I couldn't save him. He stopped breathing. I tried to save him."

"Sam, you did save him. He's here. He's fine. You healed him perfectly. He's so upset. He needs you back. I need you back. Please come to me. Let's go back." She felt him touch her. In his mind and hers she gripped his shaking hand. She pulled him to her, holding him tight. "I love you."

"Take me back. I need you. I need my big brother."

She pulled out of his mind, not letting go of his presence. She felt an odd wrenching sensation as she gasped awake.

"Sam?" He was shaking, crying. "DEAN!!"

Dean came into the room at a dead run. "Kira! What?" Bobby followed him into the room, a hopeful look on his face.

"It's Sam." She whispered. "He's back."

Dean took Sam out of her arms and cradled him. He was shaking. "Sammy? Sammy, shhh…its okay, its okay. I'm here. I'm here. Kira's here. We love you. Wake up for us. Please wake up."

Kira laid her head on Sam's shoulder, wrapping her arms around both of the Winchesters. She held them tight. "Sam. I'm here with you. With Dean. Baby, please open your eyes."

"Dean?" It was a barely audible whisper. Dean heard anyway, latching on to the thread of a voice. It was the most beautiful sound he ever heard.

"Yeah, Kiddo. I'm right here. I've got ya."

Eyelids fluttered against Dean's neck. His breath hitched.

"Kira?" Another whisper. She squeezed him harder.

"I'm here, baby. Right beside you."

A weak smile crossed handsome, stubbled features, as Sam opened pine green eyes and looked at the people holding him close. "I love you, too."