Jean watched the brothers interact with each other and shook her head in amusement. Dean was obviously exhausted to the point of almost passing out, and Sam? Well he still seemed a little confused but that was to be expected.

She opened her mouth, completely ready to suggest that Dean go lay down and catch up on some much needed sleep when suddenly Sam's thoughts and memories overwhelmed her. She staggered back, her own hands flying to her head and she squeezed her eyes shut, intent on pushing whatever Sam was going through out of her head.

It took a few moments, and she felt her head mildly throb in protest of the assault it had just been through. Dropping her hands she took a deep breath and looked over to Sam.

Crap.

Crouching over a bit, she quickly cupped his face between her hands. "Sam, look at me.... Take deep breaths and look at me."