Sam slid the ridiculously uncomfortable chair a little bit closer to his brother's hospital bed and took Dean's lax hand in his.
"Jackass," he muttered. "Fucking moron."
Dean slept on, seemingly not too worried about the verbal abuse his little brother was heaping on his head.
"All you had to do was yell," Sam said resentfully. "'Sam, watch out! Sam, duck! Sam, that freaking zombie is about to tear your heart out and eat it!'" He took a deep breath, willing away the tears. "You're such a fucking -"
"This is what I get for throwing myself between you and a killer zombie?"
Startled, Sam looked down into Dean's drug-addled green eyes.
"You okay, Sammy?"
Relief flooding through him, Sam leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his brother's dry lips. When he straightened, Dean had fallen back asleep.
Smiling, Sam bent and kissed him again. "Idiot."