This seems feasible. I absolutely love this part: Sam went over it, and over it, and over it. Motionless on his back, staring at a different water-stained ceiling every night, running the plans. No outward sign might have given him away. He hadn't sunk down into that robotic zone of systematic behavior fueled by pure rage. He was too full of visceral grief, just shy of sheer panic, to be that systematic. He'd try to fold a hospital corner, and find himself cowering in the opposite corner side of the room, wrapped up in the sheet, bawling his guts out, covered in snot and tears.

I am a Dean girl, but only by a small margin, and I had a LOT of trouble understanding where Sam was coming from this episode, and I like this...