MY Superhero
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Summary: Superhero: A figure, especially in a comic strip or cartoon, endowed with superhuman powers and usually portrayed as fighting evil or crime. Aka. Dean. Dean was MY superhero
Set After: Pre-Season 1
Disclaimer: I don't own it, if I did, the Impala would be alive!.
A/n: I love how I just kept writing and writing…
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"Sammy… he's gonna be fine…" dad said.
How the hell could he say that? Dean had been shot! Whenever Dean or dad shot something… it died. Whenever someone or something got shot it died… that was just the way it worked.
"No he's not…" I snapped, feeling the tears beginning to fall again.
"Sam…" my dad said again, lifting me back up. "Look Sam… he's still breathing… the bullet looks like it is lodged in his shoulder. He's not going to die…"
I wiped away the tears and looked at Dean from a slightly higher perspective. There was blood slowly seeping from his shoulder.
Maybe he wasn't going to die, but that doesn't change the fact that he easily could have.
I was still shaking really hard. I think that was when I first came to the conclusion that Dean was like a superhero. But not any superhero, my own personal superhero. One that was always there to help me… whether by helping me with homework… or saving my life.
He was my superhero. And superheroes didn't die.
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A few hours later, we were in a hospital room. They had managed to get the bullet out of Dean, and he was on the mend. They didn't ask too many questions to start out with. Hopefully we would get out of there before they started asking them. Everything was going to be okay.
I sat on the edge of Dean's bed. He was asleep, they had given him something to knock him out. But I just watched him. I was waiting for him to wake up. He saved my life again, and I wanted him to realize exactly how much that meant to me.
"Sam, he might be out for a while… why don't you get some sleep…" dad said slowly, walking over to the bed.
I shook my head. "Not tired…" I responded.
"You're not doing anyone any good by staying awake when you're obviously tired…"
I just turned at him. "I'm… not… tired…" I repeated slowly before turning back to Dean.
"Sammy…"
"It's Sam…" I snapped.
"Sam…"
"He could've died..." I said slowly. "Because I got lost in the woods…"
"Samuel Winchester… don't you dare get started with that…" my dad said sternly.
I turned to glare at him. "You just don't wanna hear the truth!" I snapped angrily, before ignoring him and turning back to Dean.
He had to wake up sometime… right?
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Hours passed, at least I think it was hours. Truthfully, I didn't know how long it was since I had fallen asleep curled up next to Dean, the doctors didn't seem to mind, they didn't move me. I wanted to be right there when he woke up to thank him… over and over and over again.
My eyes slowly opened slightly, but everything was still blurry. "s'he okay?" That was definitely Dean's voice.
"Sam's fine…" that was dad.
I yawned slightly and suddenly, my eyes snapped into focus. "DEAN!" I half-shouted.
"Sammy…" Dean responded weakly.
"Why did you do that?" I asked, turning over and looking at him.
"Do what?" Dean asked, as if he had no idea what had happened.
"Why did you do that?" I repeated. "Why did you take the bullet…"
"Because its what we do…" Dean responded, his eyes closing slightly.
"What who do?" I forced out, wanting to add the word, 'superheroes' to the end of that statement, but I stopped myself.
"Big brothers…" Dean replied.
It caused me to laugh slightly. It made me wonder if all superheroes in the comic books were big brothers… or if all big brothers were superheroes.
Or if Dean was just one super special case.
"Thanks…" I said, my voice quiet and small.
"No problem… it's what big brothers do…" he said, before drifting off to sleep again.
I never again forgot that statement… It's what big brothers do. I pulled him into a light hug, being careful not to hurt him, because it was obvious that he was in pain.
"Good excuse…" I whispered before yawning again, eyes closing as I curled up next to my big brother once again.
What… what would I ever do without Dean there to save my ass? I wished that I would never have to know.
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A/n: Just the epilogue left… Where did everyone go?
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