Author's Note: No one got my reference in the last chapter. Doctors name was Trump, Sam's 'last name' was Donald. Donald Trump haha. Okay, anyway…

FINALLY! Samuel is DEAD! Way to go Sammy :D

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Time frame, I should have mentioned that before. It takes place during season 2 between Simon Said and No Exit.

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"I hate this Sammy," Dean muttered. "None of the nurses are even hot!" It had been three days since Dean coughed up the blood in his sleep. The first day had been spent sleeping, receiving fluid and antibiotics. The first two days Dean didn't utter one complaint. Sam was shocked at this but only knew it was a matter of time before he started to complain again. And how right he was.

Dean had started to complain the third morning. It wasn't any complaints about being in pain but about how he hated the hospital, how none of the staff was hot, and how he wanted to leave. Oh he knew. Trust him, Sam knew how much Dean wanted to leave now. He was starting to curse himself for bring Dean. He would still be asleep in the motel bed and Sam would have some peace and quiet.

But, Sam knew Dean would be off worse if he didn't bring him to the hospital. Sam didn't even want to think how sick Dean would be right now. Shaking his head, Sam sighed and glanced at Dean. "I know."

"I have these needles poking my arm, I don't like needles, and I have this stupid heart monitor making noise all the ti…" Dean continued to complain but Sam blocked him out.

Over the years, it was something Sam had grown accustom to Dean's complaining. It was something that always happened. When Sam was younger, he had tried to tell Dean everything would be fine and he had to stay.

"…The beds are uncomfortable. The food tastes like crap and the TV has no stations. A man needs his TV shows! I wa…"

Their dad had tried to make the complaining stop but it wouldn't stop. He'd just mutter under his breath or write down every complaint he had if he couldn't talk. They'd take away the paper and anything to write with but it still didn't stop Dean. He'd continue and Sam would try to tell Dean it was alright.

"…I miss the Impala. I miss the leather seats. Why can't the beds be made of the same material the Impala is? Now, that'd be awesome. You know what else would be awesome, if we…"

Then Sam learned it wasn't necessary. It something that Dean did to pass time and it was something that would continue and never stop. Sam had asked Dean once why he complained while he was in the hospital. Dean said he didn't know what he was talking about. He just talked to fill the time and space. Sam didn't respond and he just rolled his eyes. Yeah fill time and space his ass. Dean knew he complained and he knew he was damn good at it too.

"…nt to do something fun. Like go hunting. I'm not gonna lie, I miss hunting. I know I can be a bitch 'bout it sometimes but damn, I miss it Sammy…"

"Dean?"

"…sometimes I wonder why we do it. I mean we never get a thank you."

"Dean?"

"People don't realize what we do when we help them."

Now Dean was complaining that he didn't want to hunt. He changed topics pretty fast.

"Dean?"

"And we never get paid. You know how tired I am of running on no money?"

"Dean?"

"Huh?" Dean said. Sam realized he still looked sick and grey. It was kind of amazing how fast Dean had come back from the dead.

"You need to sleep," Sam responded, he mainly said that so Sam could get some peace and quiet.

Dean shot him a look. "Dude, I've been sleeping none stop for days now."

"The more you sleep, the faster you'll leave the hospital," Sam half joked.

Dean thought this over for a minute. "Hmmm… do you really think so?"

"Just go to sleep."

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"Sammy, can you hand me my jacket?" Dean pointed to his jacket that was across the room.

"You sure you can't get it yourself?" Sam smirked knowing that Dean was still in bed and had been ordered several times by his doctor to stay in bed. Dean hadn't been doing a good job with the staying in bed part. Sam would be asleep and the next thing he knew, Dean was leaning against the wall out of breath. After he'd done that at least five times, Sam had to ask Dean's doctor to make him stay in bed.

Dean shot Sam a death glare. "You know I'm not allowed out of bed bitch. You're the one who ordered the doctor to make me stay in bed."

"I know," Sam threw Dean's jacket at him. "Why'd you want it anyway?"

"I'm cold, why else could I want a jacket?" Dean shot back.

"Oh, calm down. I was joking," Sam grumbled falling back into his chair.

"Right," Dean muttered.

Sam closed his eyes and was planning on opening them in a couple minutes but the next thing he knew, it was three hours later. Sam jerked up and Dean glanced over at him. "'Bout time princess," Dean said, fumbling with the remote for the TV.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Sam attempted to rub the grogginess out of them.

"You need your beauty sleep just as much as I do," Dean pointed the remote at Sam. "You didn't look very comfortable in that puny chair."

"It wasn't but whatever," Sam said as his phone rang. Sam picked up the phone and flipped it open. "Hello?"

"'Bout time you answered son, I've been tryin' to reach you for the past three hours."

"Sorry Bobby, I fell asleep and Dean is under strict orders to stay in bed," Dean shot Sam his death glare again.

"Orders to stay in bed?"

"Yeah, he's been in the hospital for four days now. We think he's going to be released soon."

"I better be! I'm tired of this place!" Dean shouted to Bobby could hear.

"How'd he end up there?" Bobby asked.

"He started to cough up blood."

"Yeah that'd do it."

"Anyway, why were you calling?"

"To make sure your idjit brother was alive."

"Ah, well, he's alive Bobby."

"Glad to hear it. You two take care."

"You too Bobby," Sam hung up the phone and turned to Dean who was watching TV. "What are you watching?"

"Some TV show called Days of Our Lives," Dean said, leaning back onto his pillows soon falling asleep.