"Dean. I …"
"You're sorry – I get it."
"But…"
"Sammy, it was an accident."
"I know, but…"
"Sam. Trying to sleep here. Say sorry one more time – I swear I'll kill you."
Dean's medication kicked in, and Sam too, soon fell asleep by his brother's hospital bed.
* * *
Sam shoved Dean and swung the cleaver – severing the vampire's head from its body. Their plan had worked beautifully and he turned, grinning triumphantly, to his brother – to find the blood-soaked, splintered end of a chair part protruding, sickeningly, from Dean's chest.
* * *
"Dean!" Sam jolted awake.
"For fuck sake Sammy, what?"
"Damn. Sorry."
