Please ignore the half-cracked title. Too much Led Zeppelin. Here's some hurt Dean for Nana56. C; Happy birthday girl!
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Sam felt a glimmer of hope as Dean's eyes flickered open.
"S'mmy?"
"Hey Dean. That's it, open your eyes," Sam encouraged, watching Dean pull his eyelids apart.
"Wha…"
"You got… you got stabbed pretty bad," Sam chuckled humorlessly, glancing over at the mess of bloody clothes he hadn't taken care of yet.
"Oh." Dean fell silent.
Sam watched him, then helped prop him up into a sitting position. "Here, take these." He handed him a pill that would help bring his fever down.
"Ok." Dean accepted them without a fight, taking a sip of water afterwards.
"Night S'mmy."
"Night Dean."