To you I'm Sam
Samantha when you need to be strong
Sasquatch when you need to feel power
Bitch when you need something familiar
Sammy when you need to be my big brother
To me you're Dean
You've never needed to be anything else
"I'm sorry for what I said." Sam repeated for the millionth time. He scooted the plastic hospital chair closer to his brother's bed and leaned close, hands wringing each other cheek working between his teeth in a nervous habit, "I didn't mean it Dean."
"You've said that Samantha, just let it go." Dean groaned rolling his eyes and trying to pull himself up higher on the bed.
"Here let me help!" Sam exclaimed gripping Dean's biceps and attempting to tug him upward but Dean batted his hands away.
"Get your hands off me bitch, I can sit up on my own!" Dean bit back, wincing as Sam extracted his grip and Dean slid back down the pillows.
"Dean you have been in a coma and your insides are being held together by freaking staples, just let me help you." Sam forced out through gritted teeth, reaching out with grabby hands again.
"Sasquatch get your sweaty hands away from me!" Dean tried shoving back but only succeeded in pulling at his injuries and falling deeper into the pillows.
"Dean just let me help…" Sam clasped Dean's torso and lifted him closer but Dean just struggled harder.
"I don't need you help…" Dean let out in a harsh breath, pain evident in his features as he jerked harder in his attempt to get away from his brother's grasp.
"But I need to help!" There was a sudden silence. The two brothers stared at each other for a moment, Dean unblinking and resigned and Sam letting water pool on his bottom lids before Sam let out a pitiful, "Please let me help."
Dean sat there for a moment, awkwardly sunken into his pillows before he cleared his throat. Gingerly he extended his arms and looked straight in to his little brother's eyes, "Would you mind helping me to sit up?"
Sam gave a sad smile and carefully slid his brother up on the bed until he was fully sitting. Dean pulled his arms back and kept his face neutral, attempting to keep his brother from further embarrassment. Sam sat back down, flipping his hair out of his eyes every few seconds. Dean glanced down to his hospital gown and to the monitors around him, wincing at the worry he is sure his brother went through. And the guilt.
"Mind getting me some water Sammy?" Dean questioned, keeping his eyes low. Sam gave a huge grin and jumped up from his seat, barely giving notice to the squeak the plastic chair gave as it slid back against the tile.
"Sure thing Dean!" He called over his shoulder.
Dean watched him go. He gave a wincing smile as his brother moved clumsily down the hallway at a gangly gallop. A small groan escaped his lips as he struggled to get comfortable on the thin mattress of the hospital bed and scrunched his nose as his hospital gown rode up uncomfortably.
"Hey bud, how are you doing?" Dean's head jerked up to see his father standing in the doorway.
"I'm just peachy." He claimed cheekily, stilling his movements and forcing a grin on his lips.
"Now why don't I believe that?" His father questioned back, sauntering over beside his son and dropping into the seat beside him. "Listen I just wanted to say…."
"I know! I know I'm so sorry dad, I should have been watching the road, I mean Sam could have been hurt. You must be so pissed…" Dean pleaded, cutting off his father mid-sentence.
"That's not what I was going to say Dean." His eldest gave a questioning look, crinkling his brows together and tilting his head in a way that made his look so young it made John's heart ache. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. That I should have been there and I shouldn't have gotten angry with you on the phone. Dean the thought that you could have…. That you almost…. That I almost lost you…. It nearly killed me Dean."
"Dad I…"
"No, just let me finish. I'm not mad or angry with you but, please Dean just be more careful. I know I don't say it nearly enough but I need you. Not just as a hunting partner or back up, I need you as a son. You are my boy, kiddo. I can't lose you. So just promise me you will be more careful."
"I promise Dad."
"Good." John stated clearing out his throat and blinking his eyes dry, "Now how about you get some rest?"
"Yeah, sounds good." Dean didn't want to sleep. He had been asleep for days, but he couldn't deny his father, not now, so he closed his eyes to appease him. He felt a soft touch of cracked lips on his forehead and a calloused hand run though his hair after a few minutes, and before he knew it he had drifted off into sleep.