Jean winced as some of Sam's thoughts hit her full force. Obviously, she hadn't put up strong enough walls. But then again, she hadn't expected this.

Speaking of expecting....

She suddenly turned to Dean and held her hand up - telekentically keeping him from advancing forward and interferring with Sam. "If you even try to stop me from helping him, so help me I will make you think you're a five year old girl and I'll have you asking people to do your hair. Do you understand?"

She'd heard something like that before.

She didn't even wait for him to answer, she just turned back to Sam. Leaning over him she took a deep breath and lowered the walls in her mind completely. Touching his face again, she closed her eyes.

~Sam, please... You need to try and focus on my voice. I can't help you if you don't.~