"That was all?" Jenny asked disappointed after Sam had salted and burned the bones. Sam sighed deeply.
"Yeah that's it" Then he heard a car honk and Jenny squealed happily.
"That's him!" She said and was out of the garden before Sam could even turn around.
"Have fun on your date" Sam muttered as he tipped his head a little to look at the fire. It didn't really look that cool, he picked up his shovel and then dropped it when he reached the small terrace, and then he walked inside as he ran one hand through his hair.
"Hey" Eric said as he entered the kitchen. "I helped your brother get upstairs"
"Thanks, now that the ghosts are gone we'll be out of your way as soon as we can" Sam said.
Eric shook his head "No problem, you guys can stay as long as you'd like"
Sam smiled "Thank you, I'll just go upstairs and to bed"
"Sleep tight" Eric said and Sam said his 'good night' and went up the stairs.
"Dean? You okay?" He asked as he went into the guest bedroom.
"Yeah, yeah" Dean said and switched uncomfortable in the bed and Sam walked over to him and lifted his T-shirt a little bit and could see a big mark with swelling and bruises.
"I think you've broken a few of your ribs" Sam said and Dean just agreed.
"You tired?" Sam asked and Dean nodded, still shifting.
"Okay, let's get you up so you can brush your teeth" Sam said and Dean objected slightly, but he didn't put up too much of a fight as Sam helped him up from the bed.
"Need help?" Sam asked as Dean's shaking hand was squeezing toothpaste onto his toothbrush.
"No, I think I can manage to brush my own teeth Samantha" Dean snorted and started brushing his teeth, Sam mirrored his movements and brushed his own teeth, even though Dean had some troubles bending down to spit because of his aching ribs and short breaths, but he managed without whining, and he didn't whine when Sam helped him under the covers either, even though he protested a few times.
"You okay?" Sam asked.
"For crying out loud Sam, I'm fine! Don't worry" Dean answered.
Sam tugged under the sheets on his own side and took a deep breath as he looked over at Dean who had an uncomfortable look on his face.
"Want some pain killers?" Sam asked, and Dean did a terrible attempt at shaking his head.
"No, I'm good" He said and Sam sighed again.
"Come on Dean; just take some damn pain killers so you can go to sleep"
"I don't need any pain killers, just let give me some time to adjust okay?" Dean asked and shifted slightly on his side so he wasn't turning Sam, but that made his shoulder and ribs hurt like hell so he turned around to face Sam, but that made his ribs hurt too.
"Are you adjusting well?" Sam asked and Dean snorted.
"I'll just sleep on my back" Dean said and went back to his original position.
"Hey Dean?" Sam said and Dean turned his head slightly towards him.
"Yeah?"
Sam leaned in and kissed him on the lips, it was short and they couldn't really feel the spark before it was gone.
"Is it okay?" Sam asked.
"I told you that it's okay" Dean said. "How many times do I have to tell you?"
"Since you've had the tendency to change you your mind lately…" Sam started.
"That was then and this is now" Dean pointed out and leaned in again so Sam could kiss him, and he did without hesitating, but it didn't take long before Dean made a "mngh" sound and pulled away, pushing at Sam's chest.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Hurt…" Dean said and leant back into the least painful position.
"Sorry" Sam said. "Let's just go to sleep"
Dean nodded and closed his eyes and Sam murmured a "Good night Dean" and moved closer to Dean, making Dean smirking a little bit.
"Comfortable Sammy?" He asked while laughing and he expected to get a 'shut up' back, but Sam just said:
"Yep" and smiled "And by the way, Eric said we could stay here for a while, but after you feel a little better I think we should get back to the next gig okay?"
"Yeah, Night Sam"
"Good night Dean"
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"Dean?" Sam automatically asked when he woke up and his eyes opened sleepily.
"Yeah" Dean said at once.
"You're awake already?" He said and looked over at Dean who was sweaty and panting slightly. "Dean…"
"I didn't sleep too much"
"Well, you look like shit" Sam said and got up from the bed and looked into the bag and found some medicine.
"Take some damn pain killers" He handed them over to Dean. "I'll get you some water" But before he could turn around Dean had swallowed the pills.
"I'm good" Dean said, pointing out that he didn't need the water.
"Okay" Sam said, but still went out the door and came back with a glass of water and a wet towel. He gave the glass to Dean who swallowed a few times, and then Sam pressed the towel on Dean's forehead.
"I am not that bad Sam" Dean said, but held his hand over the towel to keep it from slipping off.
"Yeah, I can see that" Sam said and lay down next to Dean again. "When you fall down the stairs with an infected shoulder and break a few of your ribs, you're usually going to feel a little bad Dean" Sam said "and I think you have a concussion too"
"I told you I have more bad luck than you do" Dean said.
"Maybe you do" Sam actually agreed with him.
"Let's just call it even for now huh?" Dean said in a laugh, after all he had been to Hell and Sam had demon blood in his veins, so none of them were really lucky.
"Even" Sam said in a nod and leaned up on his elbows and to see the clock on Dean's side of the bed, it was still pretty early"Maybe you should try to get some sleep again?"
"Nah, I can wait until the pain killers knock me out" Dean chuckled.
"Okay then" Sam said and placed his arms under his head and leant back with a sigh and there was a long pause when none of them said anything "Hey Dean, have you ever wondered what life would be like if all the supernatural stuff didn't existed?" Sam suddenly asked, making Dean's facial expression change.
"Maybe" Was all he answered, the supernatural stuff did exist, so no point of thinking about what could have been.
"And?" Sam asked, making Dean take a short breath.
"Let's see, mom and dad would probably be alive and you'd finished Stanford, had an awesome job and been with Jess?" Dean said.
"What about you?" Sam asked and Dean shook his head.
"I don't know, this is all I've ever knows man" Dean said honestly and faked a yawn. "I'm going to go to sleep"
"Dean I didn't mean to-"
"No problem Sammy" Dean said smiled half heartedly at him.
"But Dean?"
"Yes Sam?" Dean said and just wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep and don't think anymore about it.
"I wouldn't have changed it you know" He said. "Off course it would be great if everyone we loved didn't just die but- it's okay right?" Sam laughed by the last sentence.
"Yes it is" Dean nodded in agreement and grinned.
"Get some sleep now, I'll wake you up later" Sam said and patted Dean's knee before getting up and out the door, leaving Dean by himself and letting his mind trail off as he drifted into sleep.