It had taken time for Sam to finally quiet his mind, just as it had taken a lot out of Jean to try to guide him through the process. But she had to admit she was rather relieved when his breathing deepened and he finally looked up at her.

He was confused, and he wasn't playing around. He honestly had no idea who she was. It was like they'd never been introduced. Brain injuries.

"I'm a friend," Jean smiled, and quickly glanced over her shoulder and dropped her telekinetic shield she'd popped up in front of Dean. "My name's Jean," she added, her attention focusing once more on Sam.

"How are you feeling?"