Disclaimer:don't own Dean or Sam
Sam entered the hospital room to find Dean struggling to
stand. "Dean, what the hell are you doing? You aren't
supposed to get up."
"It's bad enough that I got hospitalized for a freaking
cold, but there is no way I'm gonna use a bed pan."
"Dean, it wasn't a cold, it was pneumonia. At least
let me get a nurse to help you."
"Sam, I don't need help taking a leak," Dean commented
just as he stumbled. Sam rushed forward and caught
him.
"Alright, Francis, you win," Dean sighed. He allowed
Sam to slip his arm around his shoulders and keep
him steady on his mini voyage.
"Thanks, Sam."
"Anytime, Dean."