Hey Sammy, I know you are busy with school and everything but…
Dean started to type into his phone. It was Sam's third year at Stanford. John and Dean had just been on a vampire hunt. Dean had gotten away with nothing more than a scratch, while John was in a hospital bed. He had multiple cuts and bruises along his face and a cast around his left leg. The doctors had said something else as well, something about him maybe not waking up again. Dean felt destroyed, he had already lost his mother, he couldn't lose his dad too. He could feel his eyes start to tear up. Quickly he deleted the sentence on his phone.
Hey Sam, How are you? Dad and I just were on a hunt. I'm fine but dad,…
the young man couldn't continue. He knew that his brother wouldn't answer him. At least with a text he would have the chance to read it, instead of seeing a bunch of missed calls. Dean couldn't just formulate his sentence though. Was he going to call his brother Sam or Sammy? Did he even want to be called Sammy anymore? It didn't matter to Dean. To him his younger brother would always be Little Sammy, who he had raised, who came crying to him when he was scared of the thing in his closet, who he had to protect when their Dad left for days at a time. Again Dean deleted the sentence. Hey, he finally decided to write, no Sam or Sammy, just Hey. Dean couldn't believe it took him this long to write a text. For goodness sake, Sam was the sensitive guy, not Dean. He felt like a stupid 7th grade girl trying to write a text to a guy she liked. He shuddered at that thought. Again he deleted the sentence (or at least the start of it). Dean missed his brother so much, more than he would ever admit and with Sam being away at Stanford… the young man stopped that thought and forced himself to think of something else. How could he though, when all he was see was his father in a hospital bed and the person he loved the most, miles away.
Hey Sam, Dad and I were just on a hunt. I'm fine, but Dad is in a hospital in South Dakota. The doctors don't know if he is going to wake up. So… We both miss you man, call if you need something, or want to visit. Dean
That should do. Slowly Dean's finger hovered over the send sign. 'Ahhh, what the fudge?" He though and pressed send. He knew he wouldn't get answer, but that didn't really bother him. At least he told his brother. Suddenly the young man felt tired, no wonder actually since he hadn't slept in three days. Not much later he was asleep. After a little while his phone pinged SAM it read on the screen.