Sam was sitting on the side of the hospital bed staring at the young man lying on it. "Sammy?" A voice filled the silence. Sam turned around seeing his father standing in the door frame. "Come on, go get some sleep, I'll stay here."
The 14 year old gazed at his older brother, then looked back at John and in a determined voice answered "No, you can go. I am going to stay here with Dean." He turned around again to face his brother. John turned around and starting to walk away knowing that he wouldn't be able to change his son's mind. Sam loved his brother too much to be away from him when he was hurt. Silently he looked at Dean's face. There were cuts and bruises all over his face. Dean was always someone Sam looked up to. He was Sam's Idol. Slowly a tear made it down Sam's cheek. For him Dean was indestructible, of course there were always some cuts or bruises that came with the job, but nothing serious. Looking at Dean now, knowing that he might not ever wake up was unbearable for Sam. The little boy stood up and hugged his brother.
"I love you, Dean." Sam said. Then leaned over his brother and fell asleep. The 18 year old, woke up not much later, seeing his little brother asleep. Carefully he quickly ran his hand through Sam's hair and then through his own. He smiled at that action. He used to always do that when the two brothers were alone at home, it was a symbol which meant I love you, I'm going to keep you save and even though Dean's shoulder was throbbing with pain the older brother didn't feel anything. He just laid a hand on his brother's shoulder and fell asleep again.