Chapter 13

For a moment, Dean didn't move. The words kept on playing in his head. Sam was in the hospital ? His baby brother had to go to the hospital even though he hated this place ? Why ? What happened ? He shook his head, it wasn't the moment to think about that. He raised his head and saw Priestly moving a confused and unfocused Sam. That made him react immediately.

"Wait !" he yelled, running. Priestly stopped and turned a little to look at the brother.

« What now ? You didn't hear what I said ? I don't have the time to talk, Sam needs to rest." Dean glared at him.

"You think I'll let you take my baby brother away ? If you did, then you're wrong. I'm coming with you," Priestly didn't answer. He knew he couldn't keep Dean from following him. Fortunately, their motel room wasn't too far. So the walk didn't last too much time. However this time allowed Sam to come at his senses. When they got in their room, he was almost aware. Priestly made him sit down on the only bed.

"Sam, you with me ?" Sam looked at him and nodded. The former cook frowned when he saw pain in his eyes. "Your head hurts ?" Once again, Sam nodded. Even if he was awake, he was so tired he didn't want to speak. Priestly sighed and raised after caressing his cheek. "I'm going to search for some pain killers."

Dean, who was in a corner watching this exchange curiously, saw Priestly leave for the bathroom and took advantage of this to sit down besides his brother. He laid a hand on his shoulder and spoke softly.

"Hey Sammy." Said-Sammy turned the head to look at him and smiled tiredly.

"Hey Dean," he replied.

"I'm sorry for the blow-up. I really didn't want to hit you. I… I was mad and I didn't think. I'm so so…"

"Shh Dean, I understand. I know you didn't want to hit me," Sam said honestly. "It's ok, really." For a moment, Dean looked at his brother as though he wanted to reassure himself. Then he smiled and took him in his arms.

"I'm so happy to see you again Sammy." Sam closed his eyes, letting his brother's warmth warm him. He missed that. He missed his brother so much, he thought he wouldn't ever see him again. Tears came in his eyes but he didn't do something to stop them to flow.

"Me too, Dean. I missed you very much," he whispered in Dean's ear. The latter closed his eyes but unlike Sam, he didn't cry even though he really wanted to. They finally separated when Priestly cleared his throat. They saw him standing in front of the bathroom with tablets and a glass of water in his hands. For a moment there was an awkward silence in the room where nobody knew what to do or say. Then Priestly moved closer and gave at Sam what he had in his hands.

"Thanks," Sam said before swallowing two tablets and water. The cook took the glass and put it on the table. The same silence came back. The three men looked at each other waiting somebody speak or do something. Sam eventually sighed and yawned. All the events of the day caught up him.

"I'm going to sleep, I'm very tired." Priestly and Dean nodded and watched the younger one settle down on the bed. He was quickly asleep. When he noticed Sam still was in his clothes, Dean decided to take his jeans and shoes off of him. Priestly watched him. He could see how much carefully the older brother was with his brother. Dean loved his brother, it was clear. However he couldn't prevent himself from frowning. If Dean loved him as much as his gestures showed, then why didn't he do something to help Sam ? Why didn't Sam seem to want to go him to ask him help ?

He jumped when Dean cleared his throat to attract his attention and looked at him. The hunter had his arms crossed on his chest and watched him, eyebrows frowned. He seemed to wait for something from him. But what ? He didn't know.

"What ?" he said cautiously.

"Tell me why Sam was in hospital ?" The question didn't surprise him. He sighed and lowered his head, wondering if he should answer. When he raised the head and met Dean's eyes, he knew that yes, he was going to reply. Dean's expression clearly showed he waited for an answer.

"You should sit," he said showing him a chair. Dean looked at him for a moment before crossing the room and sitting down. Priestly sighed again and sat too. He opened the mouth and told the story.