Tochi: I'm loved!
Flap Jack: I have psychokittyuk as my new pet!
Disclaimer: Linc: I don't own Supernatural… do own a hobo though!
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The doctor looked from Sam to Dean, waiting for a response.
"Why?" Dean finally asked, moving around to stand next to where Sammy was sitting.
"Because if they are, he needs help."
"He doesn't need any help."
"He's a danger to himself."
"I'm here, he's not a danger to himself."
"Well if you're keeping him from hurting himself, then I'm going to have to say he needs even more help than I originally thought."
Dean glared at her, his hand going to Sam's shoulder.
"He doesn't need anymore of your help, I'm going to take care of him."
"Please, just hear me out. We have a psychiatric ward in this hospital, he can spend a week or so there, just so he can get some help."
"He doesn't need your help." Dean repeated more forcefully. "Come on Sammy, let's get you outta here." Dean said, turning toward his brother and helping him off the bed, Sam staying on one foot.
"I… I can't exactly walk, Dean." Sam mumbled.
Dean simply scooped him up again, carrying him out of the hospital. By the time they got to the car, Dean's face was blood red, while he staggered beneath the weight of his brother. Sam knew that he shouldn't struggle, and he wasn't about to say anything to Dean for fear he'd anger him even more than he apparently was.
Dean set Sam down, leaning him against the car to keep weight off his numb leg as he went around and unlocked the car.
Sam opened the door once it was unlocked and somehow managed to get in before he fell. He closed the door behind himself, once again hating the confined space of the Impala.
Dean once again didn't seem to mind as he closed his own door and started up the car, throwing in his Motor Head tape and cruising back to the motel.
The ride back was only accompanied by Dean's music, which Sam considered god-awful. Once they got to the motel, Sam pushed the door open and swung his legs out, pushing himself up and promptly falling over, causing Dean to sigh.
Dean took his time, it seemed to Sam, getting out of the car and going over to him, grabbing his arm and looping it around his shoulders, arm going to Sam's waist as he hauled him up.
Sam leaned against his brother and glanced down at his now dirty clothes. Dean pushed the Impala door shut with his foot and started moving toward the hotel room, Sam hobbling and trying to keep up, really wanting to shower once he got into the hotel room again. He felt rather dirty having that doctor that close to him, and he still needed to clam down, and a cold shower would easily remedy both problems.
Dean leaned Sam against the wall by the door and quickly took the keys out, unlocking the door and pushing it open before grabbing Sam again, Sam leaning against his brother once more as he was lead into the motel room and set on the closest bed, which also happened to be Dean's.
Dean sat next to his brother, making Sam feel kind of uncomfortable, and had his leg been working, he would have run to the bathroom to turn the water down as low as it would go and jump in, clothes in all, they needed to be washed too anyway.
The room was silent, the door still part way open, and Dean just seemed to be thinking, lost in his own little world, Sammy doing his best to scoot away from him but not really getting anywhere.
Dean finally pushed himself up and closed the door before turning to look at Sam.
"Sammy, I want you to tell me what is wrong- why were you doing that, and I want you to tell me now."
Sam looked up at him then down at his thighs, taking a slow breath. If he told Dean, Dean would probably hate him, and if he didn't tell him, Dean would be pissed and possibly never talk to Sam again other than giving him a 'I'm just trying to protect you' speech. If he told him, then Dean could accept it and move on… or… make Sammy's wet dreams come true… or he could throw Sammy out on his ass, tell him he was disgusting, and that he never wanted to see him again. If he didn't tell him, there was a big possibility that Dean wouldn't let him be alone in a room by himself for the next year, so Sammy would want to explode by day two.
"Sam, stop thinking and tell me." Dean demanded, jerking Sammy away from his 'he could' thoughts.
Sam bit his lips and looked up at Dean, "Because… I know you could never love me the same way I love you, Dean."
"Sammy, you're my brother, I do love you, I just can't show it very well."
"No… Dean… The way I love you… isn't in a brotherly way."
The look on Dean's face was a mix of worry, confusion, and maybe a hint of disgust.
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Tochi: 'To all my loving fan's: Don't hate me for taking forever, Sammy's been keeping me busy with SIX pornful roleplays at the same time.'
