Hey guys, I've finished! Here is the next chapter! Also, there isn't smut. Just fluff and angst.
Sam's POV
"Sam Winchester?" I raise my head and see a woman, dressed in scrubs, staring at me.
"Yes?" I faintly answer as I stand up.
"You're brother is awake and you can see him. He's in room sixty six." She tells me.
"Thank you." I say with a nod, and I head off to find Dean's room. I see the room number, and I take a deep breath to prepare myself. I don't know what came over him! I can't be mad at him though.
"Sammy? I know you're out there." I hear Dean whisper. If the door wasn't open then I would have missed what he said.
"Hey Dean." I say as I walk in the room.
"Hey." Dean replies. His voice is so weak, and his skin is so pale. It hurts to see him like this.
"How ya feelin?" I ask him and I sit down in a seat next to his bed.
"Well, I'm still alive. Feel like crap though." Dean tells me with a chuckle.
" I was worried about you." I whisper, afraid of his reaction.
"You shouldn't have been. I wanted to die." He tells me with a chuckle. It doesn't sound how it usually does though, I know that he's trying to make a dark situation light.
"Why? Why did you want to leave me alone? What did I do? I don't know what I would've done if you had died!" I question, I want to know. No, I need to know. Why did he want to leave me?
"Because of what I did to you. I never wanted to leave you, but then that happened, and I couldn't deal. I stared cutting, and it brought me relief. I thought it was the pain I deserved for what I did to you." Dean replies, and I struggle to rhink of what he means. Then, it snaps. That night, the incident. That is why? Does he not know how I feel?
"Dean, it's okay. You don't deserve pain, and we should have talked about it before it got this far. We need to get to the hotel room and talk about what happened. We don't have to tell Dad if you don't want to." I try to make it okay, but I know this won't be enough. We have to go back and I have to tell him how I feel.
"Let's keep it between us. We can tell the nurses that our Dad died, and I really looked up to him and when he died I went into deep depression. Can you do that for me?" Dean asks, and I nod my head.
"Whatever you need, I will try to provide." I whisper. I really mean it, if he needs something I will try to provide it. I love him so much, sometimes it hurts.
"Thank you Sammy." Dean says, and he smiles. When he smiles it's like his entire face lights up, and it makes my heart flutter.
"No problem Dean." I tell him and I smile back.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but visiting hours were over five minutes ago." A nurse peeks her head in the door, and I give a nod.
"I'll get going then. Bye Dean." I say, and I hope my disappointment doesn't come through.
"Bye Sammy." Dean replies, and I notice a hint of drowsiness in his voice. I get up and leave the hospital, and I go back the hotel room I booked. I change, then quickly fell asleep.