Now, where was I? Oh, yeah: Doctor Hibbert enters the room at this point to inform Puffy Sam that John's recovered consciousness, and that Sam can go see him if he'd like. "What about my brother?" Sam immediately asks, so you know where his true allegiance lies. As if you didn't before. Doc Hibbert gives Sam the depressing run-down on Dean's current condition: Jolly Green Dean's suffered blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidneys, and, certainly most disheartening, "head trauma with early signs of cerebral edema." "We won't know his full condition until he wakes up," Doc Hibbert advises, before carefully amending that statement with, "If he wakes up." "'If'?" Sam repeats, a hint of outrage in his voice as Spectral Dean unleashes his fuller version of said outrage by scowling, "Screw you, Doc -- I'm gonna wake up!" The Doc, of course ignoring Spectral Dean's outburst, replies, "I have to be honest, most people with his degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard, but you need to have realistic expectations." Puffy Sam gulps -- hard -- as Spectral Dean amps up the outrage to seethe, "Come on, Sam -- go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me! I'll be fine!" Spectral Dean blurs out in the background of the shot as the camera pulls the focus in on Sam's face. Poor little guy looks like he's about to cry. But, you know. Bitch still needs to CUT HIS GODDAMNED HAIR ALREADY.
Over in John's room, the gentleman in question slides an insurance card out of his wallet to pass to Puffy Sam.