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Dean carefully wrapped his arm around Sam's waist and cautiously walked them to their bunker's living room. Sam had to bite on his lip to keep from groaning in pain, no need for Dean to feel guilty about this.
Gently setting Sam on a couch, he patted Sam's knee. "Be right back." He said. "Don't get blood on our couch." He joked. Pleased with Sam's weak but genuine smile, Dean rushed off to get their first aid kit and some towels.
Hurrying back, Dean had his hands full and immediately started mothering henning Sam. Sam said nothing during the process of cleaning and stitching the wound, but he couldn't hide the few grunts of pain that escaped his lips, to which Dean would look up and give Sam a sympathetic look. "It's okay Sammy. Almost done." Sam bit back a groan. "I'm fine." Sam said, smiling at Dean. "Feeling better already." He added honestly. When it was over, Dean carefully grabbed Sam's hand and placed it between his own hands, gripping it protectively before bringing Sam's fingers to his lips. "You okay?" He asked, his gaze never leaving Sam's face, looking for the slightest sign of agony Sam could be hiding.
Sam nodded, bring his other hand to intertwine with Dean's fingers. "Tis but a scratch." He said, mocking his brother. Dean paused for a moment to shake his head in pity. "If you're gonna steal my jokes, do it properly." Dean gently shoved at Sam, who just laughed. "I've lost a lot of blood, I'm allowed to steal your crappy jokes." Sam responded, rolling his eyes. Sam then scooted more into the couch so there would be more room for Dean to sit on the edge, something Dean wasted no time to do to be closer to his brother.
Dean smoothed away from of Sam's floppy hair to feel his forehead. "Yeah well, if you get a fever, you're taking care of yourself." Dean spoke absentmindedly, gently feeling over Sam's face, looking for any more bruises or cuts that may have escaped his previously examination.
Sam softly grasped Dean's hand away from his face, clasping their hand together again, resting them in Dean's lap. He did this half because he wanted Dean to see that he was fine and the other half was because he wanted this connection with Dean. Sam smiled tenderly at Dean's still protective gaze. What did he do to serve such an amazing big brother?
"I'm fine." Sam said solemnly. Dean looked down at their entwined hands, letting out a sigh. "I know." Dean answered sincerely. "Just-just be careful, please?" Dean rose his eyes to look at Sam pleadingly. "I know you aren't trying to get hurt-of course you're not-but-" Here Dean cut himself off, his words failing him. Sam squeezed Dean's hand softly. "What?" Sam prompted gently, lowering his head to look properly at his brother. "You can tell me." Sam vowed, promising no judgment. Just love. Just like Dean has done for him.
Dean took a deep breath, than rose his eyes, a strong protectiveness emanating from him. "You are everything to me." He said, no trace of teasing. "I will do everything in my power to protect you."
Sam couldn't (and didn't want to) hide his grin, affection in his eyes. Sam brought his hands up to place them both on either side of Dean's shoulder, then gently started pull him down. Dean gave no resistance, now lying on his side, his back to Sam's front. Sam wrapped his arms around his brother, bringing him closer. "I know." Sam said, bringing Dean even closer. Dean wrapped his fingers around Sam's wrist. Sam placed a kiss in Dean's hair. Resting his cheek on the top of Dean's head, Sam whispered."You're everything to me too."