Okay, so: "my bloody valentine"? The last scene? I wasn't just crying, I was SOBBING like a little girl. It was worst than when I first watched Titanic, that is not normal! I am actually happy they are on a break, because the angst is not good for my heart. Enough about that, let's get on with the story!
Sam woke up when he felt Dean's strong arms carefully sneak their way around his waist and his brother's warm breath on his neck.
"Sammy" he said with his usual morning voice and Sam smiled.
"Morning" Sam answered.
"How y'feeling?" Dean asked as he planted a sloppy kiss on the back of Sam's neck.
"I'm fine" Sam said and had to chuckle when he felt Dean's morning wood pressing up against his thigh. "Slept well?" He teased.
"Shut up" Dean groaned as he leant up on his elbow and looked down at Sam, who turned his head and looked back at him.
"What? You're gonna take advantage of your wounded little brother?" He asked with a smile around his lips. Not that he would mind though.
Dean just chuckled "I wouldn't be, since I can see you want me too" He grinned, when he saw Sam's flushed face. "But…" he said as he sat up in the bed "I think I'm just gonna go take a shower"
"Ass" Sam huffed.
Dean found a fresh pair of clothes, blinked at Sam and was out the bedroom door, leaving Sam smiling on the bed. And he didn't even care that the painkiller's effect had worn off.
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"Is Sam eating breakfast with us?" Ellen asked as Dean entered the room.
"Yeah, he's just getting dressed" Dean said as he sat down.
"And you didn't think of helping him?" Jo asked.
Dean rolled his eyes at her "He's not a baby, he can get dressed by himself, and he's been hurt far worse"
"If you say so"
Dean groaned
"What's up your ass this morning?"
Certainly not Sam "Nothing"
"Hey" Sam said as he entered the room, he looked a little pale, but otherwise pretty good.
"Hey Sam, how'you feeling?" Bobby asked.
"Good, not great though"
"Good to hear" He answered as he placed his coffee cup on the table in front of Dean "I better get going"
"You leaving?" Dean asked
"Yeah, a friend of mine called, he needs help with a hunt" Bobby said "But just call if you need anything"
And it really sounded like he was talking to Ellen instead of Dean and Sam, but Sam still answered "Sure Bobby, thanks"
"No problem, take care"
"I'll walk you out" Ellen said.
"We'll never get breakfast" Jo sighed as she looked over at the French toast that was currently turning black, but didn't do anything about it. It wasn't burning just yet.
Sam groaned as he sat down next to Dean.
"Pain killers?" Jo asked
"Yes please"
"Coming right up" She said as he left for the bathroom.
"Should probably change those bandages"
"Probably"
Dean smiled cheekily at him "Hey Sammy?" he suddenly asked.
"Yeah?" Sam said as he met Dean's eyes.
Dean opened his mouth, but was cut off when the smoke alarm started beeping. They hadn't even noticed that the French toast was practically on fire.
Both Jo and Ellen burst into the room, and Sam and Dean looked like total idiots who were just sitting at the table while the kitchen could have easily burnt down.
"Jo, stop that insane beeping" Ellen said as she turned off the stove and opened a window, and the smoke quickly escaped the room.
"I leave the house for a few minutes…" She started.
"Don't look at me, I was getting Sam pain killers" Jo said and held up the medicine.
"I was… In so much pain that I didn't even think about it" Sam lied "And Dean haven't even bothered to change my bandages"
Dean shot him a dirty glare.
"Yeah- that's what happened" He said sarcastically.
"It doesn't matter" Ellen said "Jo, give Sam the painkillers, Dean; change his bandages and I'll clean this mess up"
It was pretty clear that she was annoyed with all of them, so they just mumbled sorry's as they did as they were told.
"You are such a bitch, trying to blame it all on me" Dean said as he punched Sam's arm on their way to their bedroom. "And we didn't even get breakfast"
"You saw how pissed she was, no way I am letting Ellen unleash her wrath on me when it's so easy to blame it on you" Sam said "And by the way… Ow" he said as he rubbed his shoulder "I'm hurt, you know"
"Hurt my ass" Dean mumbled as Sam sat down on the bed and carefully removed his T-shirt while Dean got some fresh bandages.
"Dean… You were right" Sam said as Dean sits on his knees in front of him, helping Sam get his old bandages off of him.
"About what?" he says as he looks up at Sam for a couple of seconds before returning to removing the bandages.
"Occasionally… I am your bitch" He said with a stupid grin around his lips. Dean chuckled, wondering if Sam had taken too many painkillers.
"Not just occasionally little brother" he said and kissed Sam's jaw "Always"
