AN: Okay, last chapter y'all. And there's is no other way to end some Sammy whump than with some brotherly fluff. :)

Dean paces the hospital waiting room with nervous energy wafting off him. He runs a hand through his hair and glances for what seems like the hundredth time at the door the nurses and doctors took Sam through a few hours before. Bobby follows him with his eyes from his spot in one of the chair.

"Sir," a nurse says as she walks up to Dean. Dean stops and looks over at her. "I'm going to have to ask you to please have a seat. You're making the other people in the room nervous."

"They're in a hospital waiting room, of course they're nervous," Dean growls out with with narrows eyes and a scowl on his face. The nurse's face scrunches up into a scowl of her own and she opens her mouth to say something in return but Bobby jumps up and intervenes.

"Dean, let's go take a seat," Bobby says firmly as he grabs Dean's arm and leads him to one of the chairs. He gives the nurse an apologetic smile and Dean reluctantly allows Bobby to push him down into one of the chairs. No sooner has Dean sat down than a doctor walks through the doors.

"Family of Sam Singer?" the doctor asks aloud and Dean propels himself to his feet and makes it to the doctor in record time.

"How is he? Is he okay?" Dean asks quickly with eyes still slightly wide. Bobby finally catches up and gives the doctor the same smile he did the nurse.

"Sam is fine. He had internal bleeding but we caught it in time. Any later and he wouldn't have made it. We had to do surgery to stop the bleeding but there were no complications. Sam is a touch kid," the doctor explains as he makes sure to look at both Bobby and Dean.

"That he is," Bobby agrees with a nod of his head and a pat on Dean's shoulder.

"Can I see my brother?" Dean pleads with the doctor making sure to give him his version of Sam's 'puppy-dog eyes'. The doctor nods his head and leads the hunters down the hall to Sam's room. He gives Dean an encouraging smile before walking away. Sensing Dean needs some time with his brother alone, Bobby claps a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"I'll go get us some coffee," he says before walking out of the room and down the hall. Dean takes a deep breath and walks into the room. He pulls a chair up to Sam's bed and takes a seat.

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"Hey," Sam whispers as he looks over at his brother. Dean's head snaps up from the Muscle Car Magazine he'd been looking at the past few hours. A grin spreads across Dean's face and he tosses the magazine on the end table.

"Heya Sammy," Dean says with relief as he leans forward and rests his arms on the bed.

"Wha' h'ppen'd?" Sam croaks out which spurs Dean to feed him some ice chips from the nearby table.

"Was hoping you could tell me," Dean replies as he sets the bowl back down and gives Sam his complete attention. Sam takes a moment before answering.

"I went to the bar. I tr'd to make s'me m'ney to give to B'bby," Sam begins as he looks over at Dean. Dean raises his eyebrows.

"Make money. Like playing pool or cards?' Dean asks and earns a head nod from Sam. "You hustled some guys without having backup?!"

"Yeah…I r'liz'd how bad that was after the fact," Sam replies with a sigh and he looks away from Dean's stern look. Dean sighs in aggravation and then forces himself to calm down.

"Then what?" he asks his younger brother causing Sam to furrow his eyebrows as he tries to remember.

"I won. Knew they were piss'd so I got outta dodge. They jump'd me n' sh'ved me in the alley. One of them…Eddie?…stabb'd me n' they ran off," Sam continues to explain as he studies the wall opposite him. He hears an angry growl and he looks over at Dean. "It's fine Dean…"

"No Sam, it's not fine," Dean snaps out as his jaw tenses and his eyes on fire. Sam sighs, knowing this was the reaction he was going to get from his older brother.

"Just leave it. All I want is to get back to B'bby's," Sam says tiredly and gives Dean a look. Dean's not about to 'leave it' but he drops the argument for the time being.

"Fine. But you're not leaving till the doc says so," he replies and he gives Sam another stern look. Sam sighs in aggravation but can't help the small smile playing on his lips as he settles back in his bed. He's glad to have his brother back. Dean nods his head onces and sits back in his chair, putting his feet on the bed and grabbing the magazine. He opens it back up and begins reading through it again. There's a snore and Dean looks over at his brother.

"Night Sammy," Dean whispers with a small smile playing on his lips.

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