Happy Birthday Vanessa Sgroi!

Sam stared at his blood covered hands.

It was Dean's blood. And these hands had kept his brother alive until the ambulance arrived.

He'd driven Dean's car to the hospital. Followed the gurney til they told him no.

Now he sat, looking at his hands. Dean's blood.

Dean had lost so much.

Hours passed and he couldn't bring himself to wash the blood off.

"Are you hurt?" someone asked.

"No."

They thought he was weird.

The doctor finally came to tell him Dean was okay.

"Can I see him?"

"Absolutely! He's asking for you."

And finally, Sam washed his hands.