Sam's P.O.V.
I walked into the hotel room to find my brother sprawled on the bed in my hoodie.
"Dean I got pie," I said. He sat up and coughed.
"Thanks Sammy," he said.
"No problem Dean, but why are you wearing my sweatshirt?"
"Because it's warm and it smells like you."
"Ok, so do you want pie or do you want to go back to sleep?"
"Definitely pie," I handed him the slice of pie and he started eating.
"How are you feeling bro?"
"Sucky, just glad you're back."
"Ah, we're you worried about me?"
"Yeah worried you would get your butt kicked and not have your big brother to protect you."
"Oh shut up," I said.
"Love you too bro. Love you too." He finished his pie and went into a coughing fit. I rubbed his back. When he finished he said, "Thanks bro."
"Now you need sleep." I pushed him into a laying position.
"C'mon Sammy," he whined.
"No more pie for you then."
"Fine," he said, then fell asleep.
