Title: Damn Hospital

Chapter 1: He has to wake up.

An: This is my first Supernatural fanfiction. I'm a Destiel girl but this fanfiction was begging to be written. The idea crept up on me in final exams, so write then and there I started writing it and have been ever since.

Disclaimer: If I owned Dean he would have kissed Castiel already. Since this has not happened (yet) I obviously do not own any of this stuff.

Ship: Wincest

Summary: Dean and Sam hunt a vengeful spirit. The spirit makes Sammy go lights out and heads on Dean. Dean gets Sam to the hospital but doesn't tell them he is hurt worse. They catch him and start treating him but while tripping on some serious pain meds he blurts out that he is in love with Sam and I'll let you figure out what happens next.

Word Count: 842

White. Everything felt white, and clean. The burning of antiseptic soup wafted into his nose, making the little hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention. He gradually became aware that he was in a bed, but he didn't open his eyes just yet. He wanted to figure out where he was first. He heard the low beeping of a machine at his side and the sound of an older man breathing. He felt at the sheets, they were woven plastic and with that he knew exactly where he was.

Sam Winchester was in a hospital. With that little fact the memories of last night flashed before his eyes. In a panic he blinked open his eyes and tried to speak. His voice came out as a cough. He tried again, but only managed to rasp out one word, "Dean…" Bobby came in to view making eye contact with Sam he said, "Damn decent of you to join the land of living. You had your idgit of a brother in a mess of worry." He made sure not to mention the fact that he too was worried he didn't need the boy thinking he was going soft now.

Sam started to then sit up. He regretted it immediately but pushed through the dizziness. He really needed to sit up. There was something he needed to know. Once he was up he shook his head once. "Bobby, where is Dean?" He asked hoping his brother hadn't done something stupid whilst knowing in his gut that that he had. It was what his brother did best. "Don't worry he's sleeping in his car. He refused to leave your side until I made him, but not before promising to watch you sleep. He kept going on and on about making sure you didn't wake up alone." Bobby was shaking his head just thinking about it, but Sam grew a little pale. "Shit…" Sam muttered. His brother was really thick sometimes. "Bobby, go get the son of a bitch before he dies. He got stabbed and I'm pretty damn sure he broke at least one rib if not more." Bobby just grimaced and muttered "Idgit." under his breath as he went out to a find Dean.

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Bobby found him right where he had left him, stretched out in the back of the Impala using his jacket as a pillow. Unfortunately, Dean himself was not the same as the way he was left. Blood had soaked through his white fitted t-shirt and he was unconscious in the place of sleeping while taking on a blue pallor. Bobby checked his pulse immediately. It was faint but still there fighting. Ever fighting in a grim silence just like the stubborn man it belonged to. Bobby then ran for a nurse. With some help they had gotten Dean inside where the doctors raced to save his expiring life.

Unable to stay with Dean, Bobby returned to Sam, who was staring at the wall patiently awaiting news. "Your brother is a piece of work, he is." Bobby said breaking the silence that he had entranced upon and sat in the chair beside Sam's bed. "I take it you found he passed out and bleeding?" Sam asked looking for a clarification. Bobby only nodded. What could he have said? This made same Sam sigh. "The fool has been pulling this shit since we were little. It got to the point where Dad would personally check him over after every hunt. I think the only thing he hates wore than hospitals are rats. But I thought he got better. This hasn't happened in a while." He explained briefly laughing without humor at the absurdity of Dean's fear of rats.

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Sam himself was fine, a brief concussion from being bashed head first into a boulder but other than that he was good to go. His doctor had even stopped in and said that they only wanted him to stay overnight for observation but if everything stayed the same he could leave in the morning. But unfortunately, Sam good fortune could not be said for his older brother. Their conditions were as stark in comparison and magnitude as their own dispositions. Dean had managed to break three ribs (one of which punctured his lung), dislocate his shoulder, and get an infected six inch gash in his abdomen. According to his doctors Dean was lost twice on the tables and wasn't yet breathing on his own so he was hooked up to a ventilator.

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Sam was released the next day but didn't leave the hospital. He instead just got dressed and went to sit by his brother's side. It was Sam turn to watch Dean sleep waiting for him to wake up because unlike Sam, Dean had woken up alone. He had woken up alone a lot and it was one of the major reasons the man of steal hated hospitals to this day. The doctors were sketchy on the subject of Dean getting better, but Sam knew. Dean would wake up. He had to. Sam almost lost Dean once. He couldn't do it again. He would wake up. Some stupid injury never stopped his brother before and it wouldn't hurt him now. Dean would live. Sam knew it because if he didn't Sam would die.