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Supernatural and its characters belong to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own the plot and characters you don't recognize. And yes, maybe with the amount of damage, Dean and John sustained from the crash, two days is too short to be unconscious, but please work with me.

TWO DAYS LATER

Beep. Beep. Beep. This was the sound that greeted Dean Winchester.

"Oh, man. Someone turn it down," he moaned.

"Dean?" a taut voice queried.

"Sammy?" Dean asked, trying to figure out where his brother was.

"I'm right here, Dean. Don't try to move," Sam warned, as he came up to the bed and knelt by it.

"Dad? Where's Dad?" Dean questioned.

"In the cot next to you. I didn't want you guys to be alone," Sam replied.

"Thanks Sammy," Dean said. Then, "The demon?"

"I killed it," Sam assured. "Shot it right in the heart," he added.

"That's my boy," Dean approved. Sam fell silent.

"What? What is it?" Dean questioned.

"It...knew, Dean. It knew what I was," Sam whispered.

"Sammy," Dean said reproachingly.

"If---if Dad found out---silver bullet in my heart no questions asked," Sam stated.

"You don't know that," Dean reminded him.

"I do," Sam insisted. Dean glared, not wanting to waste energy on a growl of disapproval.

"Don't look at me like that. I mean, just because you understood about my...condition, doesn't mean Dad will," Sam pointed out.

"Come on, Sammy. You really think Dad's gonna just kill you for being a werewolf?" Dean asked. Sam didn't respond, but his eyes spoke volumes. The older man shook his head.

"Dang it, Sammy. You know that's not true," he said in exasperation.

"Isn't it, Dean? Contrary to the demon's belief, I was never the favorite! You were! It was you that Dad favored! You know that and I know that!" Sam shouted.

"Okay, whoa. Left field here," Dean stated. Sam sighed.

"I'm sorry. I'm just crabby. I---haven't exactly been following my preferred schedule," Sam responded, referring to the fact that werewolves had voracious appetites and tended to eat more than an average human.

"How much are you eating?" Dean wondered.

"Enough to be expected," Sam answered. Dean fumed.

"Dang it, Sammy! You gotta eat!" he reprimanded.

"I've been too worried to eat," the younger hunter admitted.

"Sammy," Dean said.

"Are you two fighting again?" a groggy voice queried. Sam and Dean turned their heads to see their father.

"Dad," Dean said in surprise. Sam couldn't say anything. His heart was beating like crazy. Had the man heard any of their conversation?