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A/N: This is just something that I thought of after watching last night's eppie. It's set between Sam killing Alistair and the scene of Sam and Dean in the hospital room.
Weightless, Dean felt weightless in Sam's arms. Whether it was his amped up abilities or not, Sam didn't know and right now he wasn't going to over analyze how easy it was to carry his more than six foot tall brother.
As soon as Alistair was dead, had Sam rushed to his brother's side. God, Dean looked a mess and there was so much blood. This definitely wasn't going to be a hotel room fix-up. Dean needed real medical help. Sam was going to have to take him to the hospital, which he knew Dean would hate, but right now, Dean was unable to object.
Sam was halfway to the door when he glanced over at Castiel. The angel wasn't looking so hot, but what could Sam really do for him. Still maybe he should come with them. Sam was still undecided when Castiel told him to go. The younger Winchester didn't bother asking the angel if he was sure as there was no time to waste.
Once at the hospital, Sam fed them a story about his brother crashing his his motorcycle after taking it for a spin without his helmet. With the shape Dean was in, they bought the lie. Dean was whisked away for examination and Sam was left alone with his thoughts.
What the hell happened back there? If Sam hadn't arrived when he did, Castiel would have been gone and Dean would have died. A shudder ran through Sam's body at that thought. Sam was grateful to Castiel for pulling his brother from hell. But today the angel almost got Dean killed. And what where he and Uriel thinking putting Dean in a room with Alistair. After every thing that demon had done to Dean, it was asking too much of him to face Alistair again.
The sound of footsteps on the linoleum floor pulled Sam out of his musings. He looked up to see a doctor, wearing a white lab coat and carrying a metal clipboard, enter the waiting room. He was looking for the family of Dean Stanley. Sam's head was swimming with all the medical jargon that the doctor was throwing at him. It had been touch and go for a moment and Dean was not completely out of the woods as he was being monitored for internal bleeding. Right now, Sam felt an overwhelming need to see his brother.
Dean was so still, lying against the white sheets of the hospital bed with all these tubes and wires sticking out of him. No matter how many times Sam saw his brother in hospital bed, he'd never get used to it, never get used to the stillness. This wasn't right. Dean shouldn't be here. Not when he had two angels of the Lord with him. Why would Castiel drag Dean out of hell only to put him through hell on earth?
Spotting an apparently all healed up Castiel walk by had Sam scurrying out into the hall, ready to demand for brother what he deserved.
Sam.
Get in there and heal him. Miracle, now!
The End
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A/N: Ten bonus points to the person who can tell me where the alias Sam uses for Dean's last name comes from. Here's a hint, his band's music has been played on SN.