Chapter 4:
The sound of hospital monitors beeping surrounded Dean in the dull room. In the past hour, he'd downed at least five cups of coffee. He wasn't going to leave Sam's side. The doctors told Dean that they did as much as they could, but they weren't sure that the younger Winchester was going to live. When they told Dean that, it took every ounce of restraint to not punch the doctor in the face.
Sammy wasn't going to die. He just couldn't. The last few hours had been long and uneventful. Mostly it was filled with Jack Daniels and more coffee. Dean couldn't sleep. Not while he knew his baby brother wasn't well.
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Sam woke the next morning to Dean's head against his thigh. He shook it slightly. "Dean. Wake up." "SAMMY!" Dean exclaimed as he threw his arms around his injured companion. "Shit. Dean. Stop. You're hurting me." A small shriek escaped Dean's lips. "Sorry. Uh.. You need anything? Anything at all?" Sam shrugged. I wanna get out of here. Thats what I want. He thought. "I'm starving." Was all Sam said as his reply. Deaaan knew exactly what he meant. "You want some rabbit food?" The younger Winchester ran a hand through his hair then nodded slowly. "Got it."
Moments later, Sam's protector returned with a Caesar salad and and thousand island dressing. Sam never thought a salad could look more amazing, and adding to the list of amazing looking things was half asleep Dean. Messed up hair that for whatever reason seemed to make his green eyes shine a lot brighter, and he'd changed out of his usual attire and had exchanged it for a looser fitting hoodie and jeans. "Eat your salad, then we're getting the hell outta Dodge." So many times Sam had heard his brother utter that same phrase. "But Dean what abou-" He was cut off mid-sentence. "No way in hell are we staying here. You almost died Sammy. You know what I say? Screw this town." There was a subtle growl at the end of Dean's words. "People are gonna keep dy-" "I'm not losing you! Do you understand?" There was a long pause. Sam hadn't realized that he hadn't replied yet. "Sammy. Do you understand?" The stitches were really itchy and all Sam wanted to do was make it stop. "SAM?" The extreme volume of Dean's voice made Sam jolt back in to reality and respond with a simple, "Y-Yeah."
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Within the hour the Winchesters were out of that small town and headed toward somewhere with less of a chance of either of them dying. "Hey, if the pain gets to be too much, I've got some good rum in the trunk. Would probably help." Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's comment and said, "Alright." He then remembered something that he was going to tell Dean before he got in to his life or death predicament. "Valentine's day is coming up soon." A smile made its way across the older Winchester's face. "Is it now? I had completely forgotten," The sarcasm was extremely evident in the tone of his voice. "We better do something really fun then."
**A/N: Finally an update! I know it's kinda short, but the next chapter will be longer. I promise.**