Now that his boys were on the mend, Bobby was able to get everything with the Impala sorted out. After the accident, it had been impounded until further notice. He called in a favor with a tow truck driver friend of his and had him haul the Impala back to his house. He didn't tell Dean what kind of shape his beloved car was in because he knew that the kid would surely get anxiety about it. All he told him was that Baby was safe and waiting for him back at the yard.

Day six of the Winchester's stay in the hospital started with an argument over what to watch on the TV. Bobby had showed up just in time to hear Dean say, "Sammy, I know you secretly love soap operas. But I refuse to lay here and watch them because you insist that the remote doesn't work."

Bobby paused just outside their door and grinned as Sam answered, "You have a remote too. If you want to change it, go for it. My remote won't work!"

Sensing that someone may be getting out of bed, Bobby entered the room. Sure enough, Sam was sitting up and starting to put his feet on the floor. He froze as Bobby ordered, "Don't even think about it, kid."

Dean snickered. "Busted."

Sam glared at his brother, but settled himself back on his bed. His legs were almost too long for it, but he made it work. They both were looking better, to Bobby's relief. Sam scratched at his cast and barely flinched. Dean still seemed too tired to be awake, but he was. He rested back against his pillows, the blankets pulled up to his chest. He smiled at Bobby and asked, "Did you bring it?"

"It took me forever to find it," Bobby replied. He set the plastic bag he was carrying on the foot of Sam's bed and rummaged through it. He pulled out a bag of tropical Skittles and tossed them to the younger of the two. Sam inspected the label, and then announced, "It has blue!"

Dean chuckled at his brother's exaggerated enthusiasm. Bobby remarked, "Never thought I'd see Sam so excited about candy."

Sam ignored the comment and ripped open the bag. He shook out a few pieces onto his hand and ate them. Dean held out his hand and Sam gave some to him, only having to lean a tiny bit to reach him. Bobby also handed Sam a pack of cards and said, "Here, something to pass the time."

Later That Night

Dean couldn't sleep. He settled into a more comfortable position and tried to sync his breathing up with Sam's, who had been out as soon as they gave him his nightly meds. Dean was starting to doze off when he felt like he needed to get up. He carefully sat up, holding onto his IV drip stand for support as he stood. He shuffled towards the bathroom, gripping the rolling stand tightly.

By the time he reached his destination and completed his mission, he huffed out a breath and started the trek back to bed. He was only a few steps away when his stand clipped the chair Bobby had been using. Dean lost his balance and hit the floor, pulling the stand down with him. The sudden crashing sound and Dean saying, "Sonofabitch," woke Sam up. He sat up and called out, "Dean?"

"I'm fine," he replied automatically.

Sam didn't buy it. He pressed the call button several times. When the nurses didn't respond as fast as he wanted, Sam got out of bed and went to help his brother. He righted the stand and Dean panted, "Get back into bed. It's no use if both of us-"

"Shut up," Sam interrupted.

A nurse showed up and took in the situation. She told Sam, "Bed, before you pull stitches."

He wanted to argue. But he slowly sat on the edge of his bed, glaring at her from under his hair. She ignored it and focused on Dean. She got under one of his arms and said, "On the count of three, I'm going to lift you up. Work with me or this won't go well."

Dean nodded, and she counted, "One, two, three!"

She hauled him up and he moved with her, getting his feet under himself. She got him back on the bed and began checking his IV stand and stitches. She reported, "Everything seems good. How's your pain, one to ten?"

"Five, but going down. Give me a few minutes and I'll be okay."

"Okay. I'm going to go make my rounds, and then check in on you."

After she left, Dean closed his eyes and relaxed, which helped the pain go down. He said, "Sam, I'm okay. Try and go back to sleep."

"You sure?"

"Yep. Besides, I want the cute nurse all to myself when she comes back."

Dean heard Sam sigh and the older brother opened his eyes. Sam lay with his hurt arm on his chest and his face turned towards Dean. The younger brother slowly fell back asleep, while Dean tried to lower his pain level.