"How's he doing?" Sam asked the Charlie from the doorway.
Dean had been in the hospital ever since Sam and Charlie had found him unconscious after dealing with the crazy vengeful spirit that was once Marcia Kimble. It was going on five days since they had checked him in. The doctors had said that he had bruising, a few broken bones, and some severe head trauma. He was in stable conditions and expected to make a full recovery, but it would take some time.
"He's fine," said Charlie from her perch by the bed. "He woke up about an hour ago."
She had been perched by his side practically 24/7. She only ever left to go change, use the bathroom, or eat. Even then, it wasn't for that long.
"He'll be fine. You know that, right?" reassured Sam walking up behind her and rubbed her shoulders.
"Yeah, I know. The boy's too damn stubborn to die on us," she chuckled. "He probably thinks we're going to get into some nasty trouble if he does."
"If he does die, he'd probably come back to haunt us about being careful and staying safe," said Sam looking down at his brother.
"Hypocrite," giggled Charlie. "He's always making sure we do the right thing, but he's always doing the dangerous crazy stuff."
Sam smiled knowing Charlie was dead-on about his brother. Dean always watched over the two no matter what making sure they never got hurt or got into trouble, but then he'd go and pull a stupid stunt getting him hurt or stuck in the hospital. He's brother was the world's biggest hypocrite, but he would never trade him for the world.
Sam noticed Charlie nodding off and curling up onto the chair.
"Hey," said Sam gently coaxing Charlie out of her seat. She only grumbled in return swatting his hands away.
Refusing to let her sleep in the uncomfortable plastic seats, Sam carefully picked her up and carried her to the empty bed the nurses were nice enough to let them use. He took off her shoes and settled her in. Once he was sure that she was tucked in nice and comfortable, he checked on Dean.
"You better heal up quick," he threatened, "or I might just kick your ass."
With that said, he took one last look from the doorway before turning out the light, closing the door, and heading back to the motel for the night.
Author's Note: Sorry that this chapter is short just like the last one, but it's just a filler of sorts. Well, tell me what you think, and be as honest as you see fit.
Ziggy Mo