(A/N: Ta-da! Time for Winchester bros! I'm sorry it's short. I'll try to get the next one up pretty quick. Thank you to TheFreakingWinchesters for following and reviewing! Thank you to lindsdey2801 for following! Thank you to SW96 for favoriting! And thank you to you for reading!)
Dean pulled the Impala into the hospital parking lot and sighed, this was the hardest part of the day. To go in and see the tiny body hooked up to so many machines. "You go ahead, Sammy. I, I'll come in in a bit."
Sam nodded as he climbed out of the car. He knew this was hard for Dean. Heck, it was hard for him, too, though he coped a bit differently. Sam slowly pushed open the hospital room door, "Hey, Rissy!"
Sam knew the little girl couldn't answer, but he heard other people could hear, those people in the same condition as her. Sam always told her about how they took down their most recent demon or creature. "Yea, so we were a few towns over and there was this pack, you heard me pack, of werewolves. We went all around looking for silver to turn into bullets, because they were all terrorizing the town." Sam continued on and was finished by the time Dean had entered.
Dean walked over to the child knelt down brushed her bangs aside and kissed her forehead, "Hey, sweetpea."
"Well, Sammy, what should we watch tonight?" Dean asked, sighing and sliding a chair to one side of the bed. He took the little fingers in his and began to play with them.
"Well, let's see what's on, Dean," Sam replied dragging a chair to the other side and grabbing the remote. Sam channel flipped until he found a recognizable show, "Check it out, Dean, Ghost Whisperer."
Dean shrugged a shoulder, "Sounds good, I love Melinda."
After several episodes the boys grew tired. "You take the bed tonight, Sammy." Dean nodded in the direction of the extra bed.
Sam nodded and slowly stood from his chair.
Dean watched as Sam accepted the empty hospital bed by their sister and waited for his breathing to even out. Dean then walked over to his little brother. "Night, Sammy," Dean whispered as he placed his hand on Sam's head just like when they were little; he was still, like he was then, Sam's protector.
Dean then turned to his tiny little sister. The girl was seven years old now, but looked like a five year old. Incidentally, that was how old she was when she was brought into the care of the hospital.
Carefully, much like other nights, Dean moved and adjusted the tubes and wires taking their place on the child, he laid down and held her in his arms. He gently stroked her head. "Sissa, Sissa please. Cas, Cas says you are on a tumble thing with us on it in your head and something about scrolling though. But Sissa, Stop. Stop. Stop scrolling. Stop what you are doing and listen. You don't belong in the world in your mind. This isn't your life. Come on, sis, its Deanie. And Sammy is in the next bed. You have been stuck in this coma for almost two years, now. Cas thinks he finally found a way to contact you. He thinks you should still be in touch with your memories of us, the Impala and the family business. That's why we think you are so obsessed with Supernatural in your coma, because you realize where you belong. Wake up. Please I can't live without you. Sam can't live without you," Dean paused as he released a soft sob. "I can't stand you gone anymore, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I know it. I know Sammy blames me. I should've known, I could've stopped this. If I got there sooner. If I kept a better watch! We could still be together right now. Just please, Sissa, please open your eyes," Dean placed a light kiss in now tear filled hair. "I love you, little girl, my baby sister." Dean cradled her in his arms and fell into a very fitful sleep.
In the next bed, the pillow was soaked with Sam's tears. He woke from his slumber when he felt Dean's hand comfortingly on his head, but decided to stay still because Dean had to have a reason to wait until Sam was asleep to tell him goodnight. Dean didn't want Sam to hear him. Sam cried with Dean. Sam wanted to tell him NO he doesn't blame him for this, he never did. Yet he stayed silent, for he knew the information would do no good at the current time. Sam slowly followed his brother into his own unrestful sleep.
(A/N: So what did you think? Personally, I think Ghost Whisperer would intrigue the boys at least. Due to the family business. But I don't know. Please leave me a review!)