When Dean woke up, Sam was awake and his bed was in the sitting position and he was eating breakfast. "Hey Dean," he mumbled, mouthful of pancakes. "Hey, kiddo," Dean rubbed his eyes and sat up, "How're you doin'?" Sam shrugged and winced a bit, "I hurt, but the doctor said it'll go away and gave me some pain pills and a prescription for some." Dean nodded, it was understandable that he hurt, he looked like he had just went a few rounds with a pro boxer or something. "What happened?," the eldest Winchester asked his little brother, "Who did it?" Sam looked at Dean, one of his eyes were slightly swollen and blackened with a cut above it, but besides the split lip, nothing else was wrong with his face. "I was walking home and these three guys started following me and I ran," Sam said, "They chased after me and one of them tackled me. I tried to fight back, but only managed to get a few hits in before the three of them held me down and started beating me, I struggled so hard one of them broke my wrist trying to hold me down...I heard one say something about you before they slammed my head back and everything went black." His voice got quiet as a few tears slid out of his eyes, "I thought I was dead, Dean. I was so scared..." Dean got up and hugged Sam, carefully, as to not hurt his ribs even more. "It's okay Sam, I should've been there, it was my fault," he said softly, stroking his brother's hair soothingly. Sam held onto Dean, the cast pressing kind of tightly into Dean's side, like Sam didn't want to let him go.

Eventually Sam collected himself and let go, Dean sat back down. He knew who had done it, and he was beyond pissed. That motherfucker thinks he can do this?, Dean thought to himself, I'll fucking show him and his little friends. Sam frowned, "Dean, you're shaking...," he said, voice full of worry, which was ironic. Dean should be the one worried about him. He looked down at his hands and they were shaking badly, he had barely noticed, he was so angry. "I'm okay, Sammy," Dean assured, a soft tone but there was the hint of something more in his voice. Sam sighed, knowing it wasn't any use in arguing with Dean over this.

The day went on as normal as it could be for a hospital stay. They made sure everything was going okay with Sam and that he was hydrated before discharging him later in the afternoon. Dean took him home in the Impala, along with the wheelchhair the hospital gave them because Dean insisted on it. They went home, got settled in, and lounged around all day just taking it easy, especially for Sam's sake. John had finally came home, but that was shortly lived, as he checked on Sam and spent a few hours with them before leaving again, like Dean expected.

They remained at home, relaxing, for a few weeks while Sam rested up, neither one really left the house, they'd go up to the roof to get sunshine, but they didn't actually leave or bother with school. Dean thought about Castiel a lot, but he couldn't bring himself to leave Sam. But after those two weeks were up, Sam felt way better than he did. He could move decently, his cut above his eye and his lip healed, and his black eye was almost gone, except for a yellowish colouring around it. It still hurt him to do certain things because his ribs weren't all the way healed yet, but he was happy to just be up and mobile. He would be even happier to get the blue cast off his wrist, but Sam knew that'd be a bit longer.

Sam finally felt like going back to school one morning after he started going stir-crazy in the house.

"Fine, go get dressed," Dean mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he got up and called down to the kitchen for breakfast since they didn't have much time. He threw on a white tshirt with a dark blue and black plaid shirt on top with jeans. Sam dressed in a red tshirt and jeans, not able to put on an overshirt comfortably due to his cast. The two brothers met in the dining room for breakfast of pancakes and bacon, eating in silence. When they were finished, they grab their bags and went to the Impala and headed off to school.

When they arrived, Dean looked over at Sam and bit his lip before sighing. "Hey, be careful, Sam. I love you...bitch," he told his younger brother. Sam looked worried, "I will, love you too, jerk. See you after class," he got out. Sam never heard Dean tell him he loved him like that, and hoped he wouldn't do anything stupid. Dean just smiled and got out, locking his car and making his way inside his own school, regrettably. People kept staring at him and avoiding him as he walked, a cold look was splayed across his face. He made his way to his math class and sat in the back in his normal spot. A few minutes later, Castiel came in and sat down next to him in his normal spot.

"Dean, are you okay? Is Sam okay?," Cas asked in a worried tone, he had been worried sick about the Winchester brothers. They were his first friends he's mad since moving, and even then he barely had any friends.

"Yeah, just peachy," Dean said in a low tone, sighing, "I'm gonna rip that fucking guy's lungs out for hurtin' Sam."

Castiel furrowed his eyebrows, "What guy? Is Sam doing okay though?"

"Stephen and his idiots," Dean growled, the conversation was quiet, "Yeah, he's fine now. Got staples in his head, a broken wrist, cracked ribs, black eye, and some cuts and bruises."

Castiel just shook his head, "Dean...I'm so sorry..."

The bell rang and class began, Dean remained quiet the whole time. Castiel felt terrible and wished he could make it all better, he remained quiet too. The Novak kid had feared something terrible had happened when he didn't see Dean the next day in class. Then he heard the nasty rumours and hoped Sam was okay and not seriously injured. He had almost driven himself crazy wanting to talk to Dean and check on them, but somehow he managed to keep himself sane.