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Sam and Dean agreed that hospitals sucked. But right now, Sam couldn't remember it being this bad over something so small.
Okay yeah, maybe being thrown headfirst by a vengeful, pissed-off spirit right into a very hard, very study wooden shed wasn't the best for his body. That could be bad for most people, but Sam wasn't "most people"…Then again, "most people" didn't have a protective big brother like Sam did.
He wasn't that seriously hurt, he knew that. He had told the doctors and Dean repeatedly that he felt fine, but they all insisted he stay the night just to be sure, and there was no way Dean would take Sam home from the doctors unless he was sure his little brother was okay. The blood made the injury look worse than it really was, but when it comes to big brothers, the injured little brothers had no say as to what they wanted.
After glowering at the doctors for a good half hour, Dean felt that they were actually sure of how to properly take care of his brother. Dean stayed by his brother, never leaving his side by the bed. He sat on the edge, his hip by Sam's knee. "Sammy, are you sure you don't need anything?" Dean asked, his hands resting gently on Sam's leg, by his knee. Physical comfort now became a big thing for both brothers, it became a sign of worry, love, concern, comfort, or just a simple code for "I love you." And Sam loved it.
Sam smiled comfortingly, moving his own hands to rest on his brother's. "I'm sure." Sam promised. "But seriously Dean, I'm good."
"So you're saying that having your head almost cracked open is nothing?" Dean drawled.
"It was not." Sam pouted, resisting the powerful urge to cross his arms. "The stupid ghost threw me into a shed, it was nothing." Sam emphasized the last word.
Dean raised his eyebrows skeptically. "And if it was me who was thrown, you would just leave me alone, right?"
Sam opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. Damn.
Dean smirked, knowing he won this argument.
"Come on," Dean said gently, trying to act like he wasn't still worried over his brother's condition. "We'll leave the moment the docs give the okay, promise."
Sam sighed. He knew Dean was telling the truth, but Sam didn't want to be here. Yeah, his head did feel like it was going to break in half, but it wasn't that bad.
Dean reached his hand over to ruffle Sam's hair playfully. "Come on, it won't be that bad. We'll leave before ten in the morning, I promise." Dean kept his hand on the top of Sam's head, caressing his hairline comfortingly. Sam leaned into the touch, sighing happily and his brother's contact. Sam had to fight the urge to purr. Black and blue bruises had formed over Sam's cheeks and forehead. Dean hid his growl of pleasure of being able to destroy the bitch that did this to Sam. It didn't matter if she had near killed him or gave him a splinter, no one hurts Sammy.
"Mr. Hamill?"
The brothers turn in sync to the sound of the older doctor who has been helping Sam.
"I just wanted to say that you are going to be fine." Dean didn't bother to hide his sigh of relief. "And that we are going to keep you overnight." Nothing either brother didn't know. "I also wanted to say visiting hours are over." He said it gently, but the simple words leave Sam and Dean with panicked looks.
The doctor did not notice the similar looks on each brother's face, and he left the room to see other patients.
Okay, so to anyone else, the situation would seem obvious. Dean would leave and go to the bunker, and pick Sam up in the morning. Simple. And yet it was not. The brothers hadn't slept separate in months. It seemed like they had been doing this for years and years, and to stop, even for a day, seemed almost impossible. Each brother looked at the other, at a loss of what to say.
Sam was the first to speak. "So…um, I guess-is there any way you could get another bed in here?" Sam knew he sounded five all over again, begging for his big brother to stay in his bed, to be near him before he could go to sleep since he was always unable to rest without his brother, but he didn't care how he sounded. He didn't want Dean to be far.
Dean shook his head. "No, they don't allow visitors to stay in another bed unless the patient is in serious condition or something." Dean knew from experience, and so did Sam, even though Sam was hoping for another opinion.
Sam nodded slowly, unsure. "Okay. So you'll go home, and pick me up-" He was swiftly interrupted.
"No I'm staying." Dean's tone left no room for disagreeing.
"No, it's okay, I'm fine-"
Dean smiled softly. "You're not getting rid of me that easily little brother."
Sam didn't even try to hide his happiness. Dean leaned down to place a feather-light kiss to Sam's forehead. "Good night little brother."
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Sam couldn't sleep. Literally couldn't. But Sam knew exactly what the matter was. Soon after they started acting like soulmates, they started sleeping in the same bed. Dean had been unsure of the thought, since this would forever end his "manly" stance forever. But Sam wanted it, and quickly Dean allowed it, what he did not expect was that he himself would love it as much as Sam did.
Without the feeling of resting his head on Dean's chest or being able to wrap his arms around Dean's waist or feeling loving, familiar hands running fondly through his hair, Sam was just miserable. Yes, this would be weird to anyone else who heard of two grown up brothers sleeping in the same bed but this wasn't weird. This was special. There was no other word for it. It just was. Their bond made it so. Sam wouldn't have it another way.
It was hard to turn with the IV sticking in his arm. Sam was used to lying on his side, with Dean pressed against him, holding him, keeping him sane. Sam gave an annoyed huff and scooted himself up a bit against the headboard of the bed. He hated this. He hated being here. Even though Sam knew Dean wasn't far, it wasn't the same. He wanted his brother.
"Sammy?" Came a quiet voice that Sam would know even if he was semi-conscious.
Seeing his brother standing by the doorway, Sam found himself unable to take his eyes away, couldn't look away from the most precious thing, like he was afraid that Dean could slip past his fingers if he moved away.
Dean said nothing, he just stood there at the doorway with new found concern over Sam's expression. He had originally come in the room after slipping past some nurses to see how Sammy was doing, but Sam's miserable face made him stop in his tracks.
"Sammy?" Dean questioned worriedly. "Are you feeling worse? Do you want me to call the doc-?"
Sam shook his head urgently. Don't leave, Dean. "No! Please just-just stay? Please?" Sam couldn't stand it. He needed his brother.
Instantly, concern was on Dean's face. Rushing over, Dean took the empty seat next to Sam's bed and put his hand on Sam's forehead. "Do you feel worse?"
"No I'm the same but- can you-I mean-" Sam struggled to find the right words. But thankfully for him, Dean understood. Dean silently leaned over his brother, pressing his lips to his Sammy's forehead. Sam closed his eyes shut at the touch. Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he looked up to his brother. "I'll stay right here. Promise." Dean vowed softly.
Neither one cared about how the nurses would react to knowing Dean broke their "no visitors allowed" rule. Sam sighed in relief at the warmth of the hand that was gently gripping his own. Before falling asleep, he was sure he heard Dean humming.
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Sam was awakened by the sounds of hushed voices. One of them was definitely his brother's voice. Groggily opening his eyes, he saw Dean with his arms crossed over his chest, listening intently to whatever Sam's doctor was saying. Noticing Sam move from his sleeping position, Dean snapped head up, looking away from the doctor and towards Sam, leaving the doctor in the middle of speaking to make his way back to his proper place by his brother.
"How you feeling kiddo?" Dean asked placing his hand over Sam's, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over Sammy's knuckles.
Sam grinned at Dean. "Better now." He said honestly, not taking his eyes away from his older sibling.
The doctor seemed indifferently to Dean's interruption and slowly left the brothers to their privacy.
"So I'm assuming I have no brain damage?" Sam asked in mock concern.
"Well that's debatable, but you're as good as you'll get." Dean shrugged. Sam gave Dean a good-natured shove, laughing at the jibe. Dean beamed, his eyes betrayed his emotions: relief, tenderness, love. Sam felt all of them. "Come on little brother, let's go home."
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Sam felt warm, he felt like his whole body was covered in the source of this wondeful warmth. Sam could hear a soft, steady rhythm in his ear, like he was listening to someone else's heartbeat, and he was almost sure that he could feel a hand running slowly through his hair. He opened his eyes and gave a sleepy smile at the person he was with. His arm was wrapped around Dean's waist, with his head resting gently on Dean's chest, enjoying this comfort from his big brother.
Sam scooted to his side, gently pulling Dean with his arm to have his big brother do the same so they both would be more comfortable. Sam reached out for Dean so that he could pull him closer before going back to lying on his chest. Eventually they loved so that their bodies were lying on their sides, Sam's chest against Dean's back. Sam wrapped an arm firmly around Dean's waist and pulling the blankets around the two of them. His face was close to Dean to be able to nuzzle into the back of Dean's neck, enjoying the feeling of Dean's soft hair brushing against his face.
Sam was aware of how comfortable it felt to be lying in bed like this with Dean so close to him, holding his older brother in his arms.
Man, would it ever be hard to explain to anyone else how Sam would love to always sleep by Dean's side every night, but he didn't care. As cheesy as it sounded, as long as Sam had Dean and vise versa, they didn't care about what people thought. They were happy, they were going to put that above everything else.
"Night little brother..." Dean mumbled, placing a soft kiss on Sam's temple and resting his hand gently but firmly over Sam's fingers, intertwining them. And soon both fell asleep.
*jumps around happily* Supernatural tonight! So excited! :D I wish you all a lovely rest of the day! *hug*