Hearing Is Believing

This is a short filler scene from the episode 'In My Time of Dying' at the beginning of season 2. Kaycee can't hear Dean while he's in his coma because his spirit is outside his body and roaming the hospital. John confronts her about staying with Sam and Dean as he fears she impares their judgement.
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“Come on Kaycee! You of all people should be able to hear me!”

“Can you hear anything?” Sam’s voice was quiet, and he looked down over Kaycee’s shoulder as she stared at the catatonic body of Dean on the bed before her, her brown eyes stinging with tears she fought to hold back. The deep gash down the side of her head throbbed, despite the heavy bandaging and pain killers, and she was still in her hospital robe, her forearm in a sling, her wrist braced.
She shook her head slightly, a tear streaking down her cheek as she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Kaycee,” Dean said again, standing on the opposite side of his own bed, his ghostly form staring hard at her, watching the way she tried not to look at his body for too long. The last time he had seen her, she had been cradling him in her arms in the back of the Impala while he seeped blood into her jeans. Despite the considerable pain radiating throughout his beaten body, the way she had been running her fingers through his hair had had a surprisingly calming effect on him and he’d begun to drift in and out of a light sleep… either that or he was losing consciousness, he didn’t remember. He did however, remember the sound of metal on metal as the semi had ploughed into them, and the sound of his loved ones before blacking out.
He had not expected to wake up in some sort of limbo, wandering unseen through the hospital while waiting for Sam to figure something out.
When his younger brother suggested he get Kaycee, he had been hopeful. But the look on the little brunette’s face was enough to tell him immediately that no matter how much noise he made, she couldn’t hear him, and it gave him a sick feeling in his stomach to see her eyes filled with the added pain of not being able to help.

Sam put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her, but he could see just how disappointed his brother was, they’d both been hoping she would solve their problems. They were scared that he wasn’t going to wake up, and Dean was scared that he’d be stuck like he was forever.
Kaycee looked like she was about to pass out, she was pale and had dark rings under her usually bright eyes. She looked like she needed about a week’s worth of sleep.
“Come on Kaycee, I’ll take you back to your room.”
“I want to stay here,” she protested, looking over her shoulder and up at Sam.
“You shouldn’t even be out of bed, the doctor will kill me if he found out I went in and stole you.”
“I don’t care,” she replied, a little more forcefully.
“Kase, please.”
“Let her stay Sam,” John barked from across the room, the now mobile patriarch sitting in an uncomfortable chair in the corner of the room, looking out of the window, he had not even turned his head towards the two to announce his opinion.
Sam huffed and left the room, muttering something about getting Kaycee something to drink.
Tears blurred Kaycee’s vision as she stood motionless, staring down at the lifeless body of Dean, the hospital white sheets twisted in her fiercely clenched fists just out of reach of Dean’s cold, limp fingers. She wanted to wipe the tears from her eyes, but had noticed that her hands on the bed were about the only thing keeping her upright, so she chose to stare at nothing, and pretend John wasn’t there, and that Dean could hear her pleading to come back.
John stared at the young woman intensely. He had been against her staying with them, but both his sons had protested to his insistence that she went home. Even with her psychic powers she was still a liability. He saw the way both Sam and Dean would put themselves in harms way to protect her, he didn’t need the only family he had left getting killed on account of some lost little girl.
“Maybe you should go,” he spoke up after a lengthy silence in the room.
Dean had moved into a corner of the room to view his counterparts who still had mass. He looked to his father as he spoke, confused. Hadn’t he just argued with Sam about her staying?
Kaycee looked up at John and blinked the last set of tears down her pale cheeks.
“Shouldn’t that be up to him?” she asked, motioning her head down at Dean.
Dean was more than confused now, and it didn’t help his agitation. What was up to him? How could he decide if she should go back to her room if he couldn’t bloody speak!?
“He can’t be relied on to make the right decision, even if he was conscious.”
Kaycee didn’t look so sad now, Dean could see anger coming over her face, the light coming back into her eyes. He didn’t know where his dad was going with all this, but it seemed she did.
“I’ve done nothing to get in your way John, I even recall helping you a few times, unless I hit my head harder than I thought.”
“If I’d had it my way, I would have got rid of you as soon as they found me.”
“I know. But they wouldn’t let you, and it’s not going to change now.”
“Don’t you think they’ve gone through enough?” John shouted suddenly, his temper getting the best of him. “What’s going to happen if this Yellow Eyed Demon decides to do to you what it did to Jessica… what it did to Mary? What do you think that’s going to do to Dean?”
“From what I’ve seen, it’ll just advance your cause.”
John paused, his eyes narrowed and his voice turned deathly cold.
Dean turned about as pale as Kaycee had been moments before, though now her face was flushed pink with anger.
“How dare-“
But Kaycee cut him off. “You can’t hide it from me, I know what you think 23 hours a day John. I know what consumes every waking minute of your life. You’re scared that Sam and Dean might actually be able to live lives while hunting this thing, and continue on after it’s dead… something you’ve never been able to do, something you know you’ll never be able to do.”
John was flabbergasted. It wasn’t often he had arguments like this with anyone but Sam. He didn’t know whether to shout at her, or smack her pretty little face for being so damned privy to his private thoughts.
“If you can’t hear him, then you don’t need to be here. I’ll have to work out something myself.”
“Then drag me out. I think I’ve been through enough with him to be able to stand here, whether I can hear him or not.”
John was about to retort when Sam re entered the room bearing coffee in his large hands. There was a long pause as John retreated back to silence, and Kaycee huffed loudly.
“What’s going on?” he asked, looking cautiously from one to the other.
“I’m amazed you two aren’t together, considering your mutual feelings towards me.” John spat as he all but stormed off, pushing past his son, which had him spilling coffee down his front.
Sam, wide eyed and a little shocked at the searing pain of hot coffee, put the cups down on the bedside table and wiped the hot liquid off his shirt with a towel.
“What the hell was that all about?” he asked Kaycee after tentatively dabbing at his scorched skin.
Sighing, Kaycee looked back to Dean and finally laced her fingers into his hand.
“Nothing.”