"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."