"I can't loose him Sammy, not again." Dean's voice was raw and stripped from crying so much. Sam tried to hold back his own tears, trying to be strong for his brother, but at the tone of his voice he just couldn't. Big fat tears slipped down his cheeks as he reached for Dean and held him tight.
"I'm here for you Dean, anything you need." He said as he let his brother sob out his fears against his shoulder. The smell of the hospital was permanently in his nose now and Sam hated it.
"I need him Sam, I need Cas." Dean sobbed. Sam let his eyes fall to the figure in the hospital bed and thanked God he was so deep asleep that Dean's words didn't disturb him. Castiel may have once been a vibrant healthy man but no longer. Huddled in under the hospital sheets was a stark figure who looked emaciated and sallow. His skin was ashen and his cheek bones protruded sharply against that skin. The nearly constant bed head he sported was now a dark shock of hair that fell limply across his forehead. And Sam knew that if he opened his eyes instead of the bright blue that Dean had fallen for instead there would be weak and watery blue.
"He can still pull through Dean, the Doctor said he has a good chance if he can make it past this round." Sam reminded his brother.
"Look at him Sammy, does he look like he can survive another round?" Dean pulled back enough to wave his arm at the man in the bed. Sam saw that Dean too was loosing weight and looked haggard. But being in a hospital for most of the hours of a day would do that to a person.
"We got to be patient Dean, and we got to be strong, for Cas." Sam tried to comfort him. God, he would sell his soul if that's what it took to get Cas through this. But that's not how the world worked so all Sam could do was be here for Dean.
"Yeah, you're right Sammy. For Cas." Dean sighed and sank back to his chair. He reached out to take Cas's hand in his own. Sam let out a shaky breath and placed his arm on his brothers shoulder hoping to give him some of his own strength.
