"You have got the worst luck," Sam said from his seat next to Tony's hospital bedside.

"Pneumonic plague, seriously? Who the hell get's that?" Dean said from his position against the window.

"I guess all the bad luck you guys got from breaking those mirrors transferred to me," Tony laughed weakly.

"Not funny," Dean scolded.

"Anyway, when are they letting you out of here?" Sam asked.

"Today, after I sign myself out."

"Dude, you sure that's a good idea?" Dean asked, concerned.

"Probably not. But Ducky'll take care of me."

"Can you even walk ten feet without getting short of breath?" Sam raised his eyebrow in challenge.

"Ha-ha. I'll be fine. Now get out of my way. Need to pee," Tony made a shoeing motion at Sam as he got up and headed slowly for the bathroom. The doorway was only four feet away, and by the time he got there his chest was heaving for breath.

"Uh-huh. You can totally check yourself out AMA," Dean sarcastically commented.

"Screw you," Tony rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him.

"If you fall, we're not helping you!" Sam joked.

The toilet flushed and was accompanied by the sound of the sink turning on. After it shut off, Tony exited the bathroom and returned to his bed.

"…Maybe I'll stay in another day or two," Tony was sweat drenched.

"Think of it this way—you can probably get that cute nurse to give you a sponge bath," Dean waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Tony smiled, "That'd be nice. But if what I said about the mirrors is true, I'd probably be stuck with the lady with the hairy mole."

Sam was frowning. Tony looked at him and said, "I didn't think you had a problem with crude humor."

"No, it's not that. You probably would. But…I couldn't help but think if your life would've been safer if you had stayed on the road."

Tony frowned, "Bad things happen Sam. But in all likelihood, the chances are I could be dead right now if I stayed. I mean, Dean's almost died how many times? And you both get injured every time you go on a hunt."

"But those happen in the line of fire. You have to worry about getting ancient diseases from the mail."

"It doesn't matter how dangerous our lives get. Tony's doing good things Sam. He's saved lives. Yeah, we don't have to worry about things like that…but we face death every day. What matters is that we survive to see another day," Dean interjected.

"I guess I'd feel better if one of us was with you," Sam said, looking at his interlocked hands.

"Don't worry—I have people on my six," Tony smiled with confidence.

"Heh. Yeah."

The three brothers were interrupted by a sudden light knock on the door.

"Am I interrupting something?" Gibbs asked, brown paper bag in hand.

"Nah, we were just leaving. We'll see you around Tony," Dean said, moving from his place at the window to shake Tony's foot in goodbye.

"Yeah, see ya," Tony smiled. Sam patted his arm farewell.

Sam and Dean left, knowing that Tony would be well looked after.

"Hey, Boss. What'd you bring me?" asked Tony.

"Just thought you might like some real food," Gibbs responded, taking the seat Sam had vacated and opening the paper bag, the smell of pizza permeating the air.


Notes: The foot thing is just something that my grandfather does when visiting people in the hospital. I could imagine Dean doing it, so I added it in. As always, thank you for all the lovely reviews/favorites/alerts!

Standard Disclaimer Applies