Sera's eyes blinked open, and the first thing she saw was Sam's face. She gave a weak smile, the flare of the light was hurting her eyes. "Sam?"
He looked up, for he had his head bowed, holding her hand, waiting for her to wake up. "Sera?"
Over on the other side of the room, Dean and Cas looked up from their game. Dean got up from his seat and Cas followed, and they both stood over the bed, but Sera didn't see them. "Hey," she said, still sounding raspy and weak. She cleared her throat and blinked her eyes open farther. "How long have I been out?"
Sam leaned forward, pushing her hair out of her face and stroking it. "A couple of days. You've been drifting in and out, I wasn't sure if you were going to be okay."
"Of course I'm okay, I'm invincible." She moved to sit up and Sam helped her. She finally noticed Dean and Cas, "Hey," she said, still sounding weak but very happy. She looked Cas over, "What are you wearing?"
Cas looked down at himself like he had forgotten. "Oh, right…um, well I didn't come back with clothes so…Dean leant me some."
Sera chuckled. "What?" Dean said, "Gigantor's clothes wouldn't fit him."
"Nothing, just…" She looked up, still laughing, "Cas is in your pants." Suddenly Sam started laughing too, but when he saw Dean's face he immediately stopped. He cleared his throat and Sera looked at him. "You hungry?" He asked.
"Starving," said Sera, and Sam let go of her hand and got up, going over to the fridge. Dean came over and sat in the chair. "You feeling alright?"
"A little weak, but losing all of your blood can do that to you. Be honest with me Dean, how bad do I look?"
"What are you talking about? You look fantastic." He wasn't all that convincing, and she shot him a look. "Alright, fine, you look like a damn train wreck. Sam wasn't the only one who thought we'd lost you. Cas was actually the optimistic one."
"That's hard to imagine."
"It's true," Castiel said, "I kept telling them you would be fine, but with your incredibly pallid complexion it was hard to convince them." Cas sat on the bed, "It is good to have you back with us, Sister."
"Don't get all touchy-feely with me, Cas, it won't get you anywhere."
Castiel looked confused. "I have not touched you at all. I don't think Sam would allow it."
Dean and Sera both started laughing. The fact that Cas didn't seem to understand why they were laughing just made them laugh harder. Sam came over then and set a bowl in her lap, it was spinach salad with strips of rare steak in it. She took the fork from him and started eating, but stopped when everyone kept looking at her. "Guys, I'm fine, just go back to whatever it was you were doing or I'll work my mojo and make you all do the Macarena."
Dean immediately stood, but Cas hesitated before standing. They wandered back over to the table and resumed their game, and Sam reclaimed his seat, turning it towards the TV and setting the remote next to Sera. She looked over at him. "Have you been next to my bed this whole time?"
He scoffed, "No,"
"Yes," Dean and Castiel said together, she rolled her eyes. "Don't start doing that."
"Doing what?" They said.
"That. The talking together thing."
"What do you mean?" They said.
"Did you guys plan this?"
"No," they said.
"Yes," said Sam.
She looked back at Sam, "They are so gay for each other they should just get married."
"What was that?" Dean asked.
"Nothing," Sera and Sam said simultaneously, which brought about several smiles. Sera went back to eating and then picked up the remote, turning the TV on and flipping through the channels until she found cartoons.
After she finished eating and Sam took her bowl away, she threw the covers aside and started to get up. Sam came back just in time to try to stop her. "What are you doing?" He asked.
She stood and stretched, "I'm going to take a shower. I feel grody." Her use of the word "grody" caused Dean to snort. Sam took a step towards her but she put up a hand. "Sam, I'm fine. I can manage to wash myself."
"Are you sure?" said Dean, "Because I know Sam would be more than willing to help."
They both glared at him, and then looked back at each other. Sera saw the worry on Sam's face and sighed. "Look, I know you're worried about me because I've been unconscious for a while and nearly died and all, but I'm fine now, honest. Look." She took a few steps toward him. "I can walk and everything."
He took the step that closed the gap between them and took her hands in his. "I just…don't want you to get hurt again any time soon."
"Don't try to baby me, Sam, I'm literally billions of years older than you." She looked up out of the top of her eyes. His puppy expression was so cute, she almost wanted to let him take care of her. "You know, I'd kiss you right now if my mouth didn't taste like dead squirell. Come on, let me go get cleaned up, I probably feel as bad as I look."
Sam sighed and stepped out of her way. "Thanks," she said, and went into the bathroom. Sam walked over and grabbed the remote, crashing onto the bed.
Dean looked at Sam then at Cas. In a lowered voice he said, "We should leave."
Cas looked confused. "Why?"
"She didn't take any clothes into the bathroom with her, which means she's going to come out in only a towel. I think we should let Sam have that moment to himself."
He looked even more confused. "Why?"
"Let's just go, okay?" He put the cards down.
"Do you want to leave because you're losing again?"
"No."
"I think you do."
"Fine, whatever."
He got up and put his jacket on, then said loudly. "We're going out. Try not to make too big of a mess while we're gone."
"Oh, ha ha ha Dean." Sam said as he watched his brother and the angel leave.