Stay With Me
A/n: Sorry for the wait, I'll have the next chapter up hopefully before the end of this month. Promise. :D Enjoy.
Dean couldn't believe his brother has got hurt, again. Ok sure there were no broken ribs, that he could feel anyways. But that was the least of his worries considering he had to save this girl from dieing. Yea like that was a easy job, not. He'd already walked outside and made sure the door was shut and locked, before slipping into the Impala. Unsure what was wrong with the girl, he decided on heading to the most reasonable place, the hospital. Pulling out of the parking lot he gunned it towards the local ER. He'd be damned if he let this bitch get away with hurting his baby brother. Sam meant more to him then anyone, he was Deans weak spot and sadly, the bad guys knew it. Sucked sometimes. But he would literally die for his brother. Hell, he had died for his brother, the thought of life without Sam? It caused his heart to stutter and made it hard to breath, that was like...living in a world without sun. Ok so that might have been stretching it a bit...or not considering he'd never speak any of this out loud. Strict policy against chick flick moments and all?
Pulling into the hospital parking lot he glided into a parking space and shut off the Impala. "Damnit Sam." He growled out as he pushed open the car door, careful not to damage it. God knows he'd be apologizing to his car forever if he did that. Which could seem a little...odd. But then again, she was the second most important thing in the world to him. Second only, to Sam. Forcing back the tears, that seemed unreal to him as he strolled...no thats not right, stalked towards the hospital door. Pushing them open he flashed the fake CDC(Center of Disease Control) badge and stalking past the nurses station. Once he was sure he wasn't being watched he slipped into the records room and started searching for the girls name.
After what seemed to be forever, but was really only like a half hour he found it. His jaw dropped open and eyes scanned, and rescanned the page. There was no way, she was so young? That just...wasn't right, it was cruel and evil. This had to be some kind of sick joke right? Reaching up he rubbed his eyes, blinked owlishly and looked back at the page. Nope still the same. "SON OF A BITCH!" He screamed, kicking a trash can across the room as he threw himself up from the chair. There right in plain sight was what was wrong. The girl had inoperable brain cancer... a tumor of the brain, going to kill her. Clenching his fists as he ground his teeth, shaking his head. What kind of sick fuck did this? God? God didn't even exist anymore! Not really, not to dean at least. Coward couldn't even stay to help fight when Lucifer got loose. He was a piece of shit as far as Dean was concerned.
Sam wasn't going to like this, stalking out of the room he paced, and paced before remembering her doctors name and tracking him down. Cornering him in his office. "Is Lilly on Chemo?" Dean asked, teeth clenched as he leaned on the desk, glaring down at the man. "Y..ye...yes. We...we a...re doing all we ca..a.n f..fo..for her." The doctor stammered and stuttered out. This caused a insane smirk to cross Deans face. "Do more, that little girl doesnt deserve to die, do I make myself clear?" As the doctor nodded he smiled. "Good." Turned and walked off. Looks like they'd be staying here for awhile. At least until he was sure that she would get better, that the banshee would be going away.
Walking back out to the Impala he slid in and headed back to the motel, desperate to get back to his brother and check up on him. After all that has been nagging at him the whole time, it was his job to protect his baby brother after all, to keep him safe and loved. He'd failed, and damnit if he wasn't going to rectify that situation as soon as he could.
Pulling into the motel parking lot he sighed, killing the engine and leaning against the steering wheel. The last while had been stressful, what with Sam getting hurt, finding out Lilly had cancer, and god...sam. He was in there, hurt. But dean, he needed time to think, to clear his mind. Folding his arms over the steering wheel and resting his head on his arms he let out a long sigh. He stayed like that until someone tapped on his window...
-Break-
Sam woke up and found the motel room well, empty. He vaguely remembered what happened, they'd been at the harrigans and the banshee had struck. As he rolled onto his side he winced and gasped, but the paper on the night stand. He had to get it, so he moved again. Clutching his side as he sat up, they were totally bruised. After he'd sat up he reached out and snagged the piece of paper, noticing right off rip that it was his brothers hand writing on it. A smirk played across his face. The note read
'Hey babe,
If you wake up and i'm not there, stay in bed. Yea thats and order mr. I went to figure out how to kick some banshee ass, and I'll be back as soon as I can. Theres some pain killers next to the note for you, incase you're really sore. As well as some water. I mean it, bed rest mr or i'll kick your ass.
Dean'
Sure he hadn't signed it 'love dean' but it was there, in the way he stressed staying in bed. A low chuckle escaped Sam, causing him to wince. Damn that hurt. Not that he really cared, pushing up off the bed he walked to the bathroom to take a piss, brush his teeth and wash his hands. As he walked out of the bathroom he felt more then heard the Impala pull up. Peering out of the window he spotted dean resting his head against the steering wheel, he looked so broken. Pushing aside his pain he pulled the door open and walked out; with a slight limp. Tapping on the window, he waited for Dean to roll down the window or open the door, and once he did he frowned "Dean what are you doing?" Sam asked at the same time Dean said "What happened to staying in bed?" They both frowned at each other before Sam leaned down, wincing and pulling Dean from the car; of course dean allowed this, not wanting to harm sam even more. Pulling him away, sam shut the impalas door and dean locked it, before Sam dragged him inside, silent as ever. When they were inside, Sam made sure the door was locked and the salt line undisturbed, before leading Dean over to the bed and pushing him down onto it. "Sam-" But Sam cut off any of Deans protests by pressing his lips to his, and crawling over him as Dean scooted back. Their tongues battled for dominance before Sam let Dean take over. After what seemed forever, they broke apart and Sam curled up against his brothers side, wrapping his arm around Deans waist and resting his head on his shoulder. "Stay with me?" Sam asked, and Dean couldn't resist the pleading tone that his brothers voice held. So Dean wrapped his arms around Sam gently and sighed, releasing a very low "Always" so softly with the sigh, that Sam almost missed it. Almost.
A/n: Progress right? Least now they know whats wrong. Well, Dean does. R&R? I need suggestions, Ideas and such for more chapters. Otherwise the end will be loaded sooner then I hoped. Its already written out and everything.
