Hello my wonderful readers! I completely forgot to add the prompt for the last story, I have updated it so it should be there. My plan is to put the prompt at the end of each story I post :)

When the roles get reversed:

"Dean, please! I'm begging, let me take you to the hospital!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, is this OUR stab wound? Mind your own business."

Sam wanted to scream in frustration. His brother was bleeding out on the floor of some motel room after Sam tried to sitch him up. They had been fighting some demon in the middle of nowhere, Dean had managed to stab him halfway through the fight, and as the bastard was dying he lashed out one last time, and by some chance hit his mark. The mark was actually Sam, but Dean being Dean, pushed him out of the way and the knife the demon was using made a massive fucking hole in Dean's body.

Dragging his half unconscious brother back to the motel room, Sam had managed to get the bleeding under control and stitched it up. Everything was ok, until Dean stood up again, and then promptly hit the floor.

"Dean, please, I can't do anything to help you like this! You're going to bleed to death, so let me help you get help," Sam was trying to control his quickly rising emotions as he was watching his brother getting paler and paler by the second.

"I'm fine,"

"Stop being in denial, you're not fine!"

"I'm not in denial."

"You're denying that you are in denial right now."

"I'm not denying that I am in denial right now."

"You are absolutely in denial of the fact that you are denying being in denial."

"What?" Dean sat up a little and let out was far too close to a whimper. Sam stared at his brother in shock. Dean Winchester did not whimper. The noise didn't stop, and Sam rushed to his brothers side grabbing onto his face,

"Dean, hey hey hey…. Dean look at me," Sam's hands were nothing but gentle, as he tilted Dean's head towards him, smoothing back his hair.

His eyelids were half closed as he tried his best to look at Sam,

"Sam'y," he whispered out.

"I'm here Dean, tell me what you need." He choked out, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat.

"No doctor, you do it." He tried smiling at Sam, but it turned into a strangled grimace.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do Dean. The cut is too deep, even if I stitch it up, one move and they will all pop, and with your record there's no point in me doing so."

"I'll be good, I promise…just no hospital, Sammy please,"

Sam hated it whenever his brother sounded weak. He wasn't allowed to be hurt like that. Ever. Shoving down his worry, he hurried off to grab more supplies and medication, he also grabbed the strongest whiskey he could find in Dean's bag. He was going to need it.

"Okay, I need you to hold still ok?"

Dean nodded grimly, looking up at him with a trustful gaze. With a reassuring smile, Sam steadied his hands with a deep breath, before slowly starting the stitch up process.

Dean started to squirm from the intrusion, but with a familiar and strong hand on his chest that signaled for him to stop, he tried his very best to ignore the pain. He found it kind of amusing really, Sam helping him. It was like their roles had been reversed. Dean the one pain, and Sam being the one who has to take control of the situation. Looking up at his brother, he couldn't help but smile, as his heart swelled with pride. He did have to admit Sam was doing a rather good job.

"Dean, stop squirming,I'm nearly done."

He hadn't even realized he was moving, he glanced up apologetically, holding his breath, as Sam finished up.

"Alright, that should do for now. Let's…let's get you back into bed, and then I'll give you some of the good pills, should help you sleep."

Dean could only nod his head, as Sam hoisted him up, letting Dean lean on him as he was maneuvered, groaning in discomfort as he was placed onto the bed, feeling the stitches being pulled. Sam patted his chest,

"You're ok, Dean, I've got you."

He disappeared for a few moments, before returning with two pills and a cup of water.

"Thanks," Dean said gratefully as he took the pills, downing them with the water. Handing back the empty cup, he reached over to the bedside table trying to grab the TV control, wincing at the pain.

"Hey, hey, woah," Sam exclaimed, gently pushing Dean back onto the bed, "I'll get that, you stay there and keep those stitches together, I'm not redoing them for a third time."

Grabbing the remote, Sam climbed onto the bed, laying next to Dean, their shoulders touching. Dean leaned into a little enjoying the comfort it provided. Sam gave Dean a quick smile before turning the TV on

"So what do you feel like watching? We have crappy cable one, or shitty cable two?"

As Sam flicked through the different channels, Dean looked up at his brother. It wasn't the first time Sam had taken care of him after a hunt gone wrong, but he still couldn't get over the way Sam was willing to just drop everything to help him. It was still a surprise to see his little brother step up into the big brother role, it made him weep with pride and love, at the man his baby brother has become.

Sam noticed the dewy eyes look he was giving him, "What?" He asked, "you alright? Something hurting?" Sam's eyes began scanning him over, looking for something he missed the first time.

"No, no I'm alright." And that was the truth, as long as Dean was with Sam, he knew everything was going to be ok. Besides the drugs Sam had given him, made all the pain dull, and the world all warm and fuzzy. It felt nice. For once in his life, he wasn't the one worrying, stressing over something. It felt good to let someone else take the reins. And it felt even better knowing it was Sam taking care of him. This must be what Sam felt like, every time Dean would do the same to him. And he had to admit, it was real good feeling.

Sam smiled at him, dimples and all, before looking back at the TV. They spent the rest of the evening watching awful western movies, complaining at all the corny jokes, and laughing whenever something not even remotely funny came up.

"You ok?" Sam asked, stretching after being in one position for far too long. Dean looked over at Sam, blinking slowly, after having been dosed with more drugs halfway through their movie marathon.

"Do you want the short or long answer?" He asked with a slight grin.

"Short answer?" Sam asked suspiciously

"Yes"

Sam grinned before asking, "and what's the long answer?"

"Yesssssssssssssssssssss"

Prompt: Dean gets badly hurt on a hunt, and Sam takes over the big brother role. cue worried Sam and accepting Dean in having Sam take care of him.

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- OnceUponaKitten