NATHANIEL'S APARTMENT

POV DESMOND

I don't remember passing out. The last thing I could remember was Nathaniel looking at me with worry in his eyes. I heard voices now. They were speaking in a hushed and frantic tone.

"Look, he's waking up," I heard Samuel say. My eyes felt heavy, but I forced them open. Nathaniel was still sitting on the bed next to me. Samuel and Dean were standing together at the end of the bed.

I hesitated to push myself into a sitting position. I ...