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Chapter 13

Two weeks later the doctor gave permission for Dean to take Sam home with the warning not to let him do any strenuous activities. Dean agreed then took Sam and headed to Bobby's; first stopping at the pharmacy to pick up Sam's prescription. By the time they made it to Bobby's, Sam was sleep.

"Hey, Sammy? Wake up."

Sam moaned but opened his eyes.

"Come on kiddo. We're at Bobby's."

Sam nodded and fumbled for the door handle, but he was so weak that he couldn't get the door opened. He cursed then whined.

"Sammy, calm down. I'll do it."

Dean walked over to his brother's side and opened the door and helped him out. He slowly guided his brother to Bobby's door which opened the minute he stepped close.

"Hey boys."

"Hey Bobby," Dean responded.

Bobby moved as Dean brought Sam inside and sat him down on the couch.

"I know y'all are probably not hungry, but I have food waiting for you whenever you are."

"Thanks, Bobby," Dean turned to Sam. "How about something to eat, huh?"

"Okay."

Sam walked over to the kitchen with Dean and Bobby trailing behind. After eating, Dean brought Sam upstairs, got him ready for bed and gave him some pain medicine.

"Call me if you need me."

"Kay."

Dean left his brother and went downstairs.

*SPN*

"How is he?"

"In a lot of pain."

"What did the doctor say?"

"Just to make sure that he doesn't do any strenuous activities and to keep him off his ass as much as possible."

"That should be easy."

Dean scoffed, "Yeah right."

"How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, Bobby."

"You don't look fine. Why don't you get some sleep?"

Dean just nodded. He went upstairs, checked on Sam, then went to his bedroom, but he couldn't sleep. He should be feeling relieved that John was no longer in the picture, but somehow he felt uneasy. Soon he got up and went to Sam's room; he pulled a chair up next to the bed and sat in it. Soon he was fast asleep.

*SPN*

Sam woke the next morning and found Dean sleeping in the chair by his bed. He smiled and softly called out.

"Dean."

Dean immediately jerked awake, "You okay, Sammy?"

"Yeah," Sam said sitting up. "I am going to take a shower."

"Kay, you want help?"

Sam smiled, "No I think I got it."

Sam went to take a shower and Dean stayed sitting in the chair and let his mind wander.

Dad's dead so why do I feel uneasy? Can it be that some new threat is gonna come and hurt Sammy? I feel like I can no longer keep my brother safe.

"Dean?"

Dean was shaken out of his thoughts, "Yeah?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah, Sammy. I guess I should let you get dressed. Holler if you need help," Dean said leaving Sam's room and went downstairs to grab a beer.

Dean sat in the living room drinking his beer and watching a talk show on TV. Sam came downstairs and sat next to him. Dean immediately moved over indicating to Sam that he needs to lie down.

"Dean, I am fine."

"Sammy, you are not fine. The doctor said to keep you off your ass as much as possible until it heals. So lie down and shut up."

Sam sighed but obeyed. He saw that Dean had a faraway look in his eyes.

"Dean?"

"What?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Sammy."

"Dean?"

"What?"

"I know you hate chick flick moments, but tell me what's wrong. I can see it in your eyes."

"I feel uneasy. There, you happy?"

"Uneasy about what?"

"Damn it, Sammy. I don't know. I mean dad's gone, which should make me feel really good, but instead it just makes me uneasy."

"Why?"

"I don't know, okay? It just does."

"Okay, sorry."

Sam lay on the couch with his head in his brother's lap. Normally Dean would push him off, complaining about touchy-feely, but this time he didn't mind. He didn't care what was making him uneasy. He would do anything to protect his little brother. Looking down at his brother and running his hand through his hair, Dean thought, I'd die for you little brother. I love you.