Sam dropped the cardboard cup of coffee.
Couldn't help it - dad was on the floor.
But this was a hospital, so everything would be okay. Everything… somehow… would be okay. It just would.
Dean was with him. (of course). Waiting for it to be okay too.. so they both waited in the doorway.
Time stretched. People moved around them; some annoyed that they were blocking the doorway. Some understood though. This was their dad.
Everything stopped for Sam. Nothing mattered – none of that stuff that had happened before. He didn't want his dad to be dead. He loved him.