Sam sat on his bed trying not to cry. Today had been a hard day and he was trying not to show weakness. He heard the Impala pull up and he wiped the tears from his eyes. Sam grabbed the closest book to him and opened it, pretending to be reading. Dean and John walked into the small hotel room and placed their hunting gear on the little table. They both looked tired. Sam sank farther into his bed and stifled a groan. Dean turned and looked at Sam.
"Hey Sammy. Did you miss me?"
"You were gone for one day, Dean."
"So, you could have missed me." Sam rolled his eyes and pretended to focus on his book. But it was hard to focus when your side was on fire and it felt as if someone was driving a nail into your skull. John's booming voice startled Sam and he had to fight back a moan.
"I need to head to town to get a few supplies. Sam make Dean something to eat while he cleans up." Sam nodded and rose slowly, trying to hide his pain. He dropped the book on the bed and walked to the small kitchen. He jumped when the door slammed. Sam listened as the Impala started up and drove away. He pretended to search the kitchen for food as Dean gathered his things to take a shower. When the bathroom door closed, Sam let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. His side burned even more and the light was making his headache turn into a migraine. He grabbed a couple Advil and swallowed them. He pulled out some bread, lettuce, tomato, and bacon. He cooked the bacon in the microwave and cut up some tomato. He placed the food together and left the sandwich on the counter for Dean. He sank back onto his bed and rested his head against the cool wall.
Sam hadn't realized he fell asleep until, he heard Dean talking to him. He sat up straighter and immediately regretted it. The fire in his side spread and he gasped in pain. He noticed his vision was slightly blurry and his brain seemed to be slow.
"Hey? Did you hear me?"
"No, sorry." Sam's voice came out weaker than he expected. Dean was on his feet in a second.
"Sammy, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Sam!"
"It's nothing Dean." Sam opened his eyes, when had he closed them? Dean was hovering over him.
"Sam."
"Just a stupid bully. Don't worry about it Dean."
"What did he do to you?"
"It's not bad, Dean. Nothing I can't sleep off." There was a bright light in his eyes. When the light disappeared, Sam realized it was Dean with a flashlight.
"Sam you have a concussion."
"I'm fine."
"Is that all that he did?" Sam wen to nodded, but saw the glare that Dean was sending his way.
"No, he kick my side and it hurts like hell." Deans hands flew to the hem of Sam's shirt. Dean gasped when he saw Sam's side. It was covered in black and blue. Dean ran his hand over Sam's ribs on that side.
"None are broken, but some are fractured. I want the name of this son of a bitch." Dean helped Sam lay down. "What's his name?"
"Dean, it's fine."
"No, it's not." Dean sank onto the bed next to Sam's. "How did this happen?"
"He was beating on a kid in a lower grade. So I punched him. He disappeared, but at lunch him and his goons attacked me. I managed to take them all down, but not before they got a couple of blows in."
"How many were there?"
"Six."
"That's my boy. At your age, I struggled taking out four. You're doing better than I me." Dean ruffled Sam's hair. "Get some rest." Sam closed his eyes and thought happy thoughts as he drifted into peaceful sleep.
Dean watched Sam as his breathing evened out. His little brother had taken down six boys all because they were picking on someone. Dean smiled at how loving and courageous his little brother was.