You guys know the drill by now, I love reviews/comments/ideas/hello's... they make me happy and inspired.

And I own nothing, in fact, I would even go as far as them owning me sometimes, not being able to get them out of my mind.
(and on a side-note... this will never ever turn in to a wincest, so no need to worry:)

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Sam, who was sat at the table watching his brother being handled by someone other than himself tried to figure out if it bothered him or not. Usually it did, but it was something about her that made it OK. After he decided that he was alright with it he moved his attention to his growling belly and the food on the tray in front of him.

"Do you mind if I...?"
"No, go ahead, I brought it for you. The coffee might be a bit cool now though... sorry." She smiled an excuse at him and turned her attention back to Dean, speaking in a quiet voice.
"So... is it just your chest or somewhere else as well?"

He considered lying at first, but then something in her eyes made him change his mind.
"My thigh and my back." His voice was hoarse although the cough syrup she had given him was starting to work, making him kind of drowsy and numb.
"Oh... sucks that it's your back as well, I was gonna leave these with no bandage to let them dry out and get some air, but I guess that if your back is hurt you might want them covered up so you can lie down properly."

"If you're gonna leave anything open to dry out and heal up it's his back and his thigh, they look horrible." Sam spoke with his mouth full of food.
"Thanks, man."
"Well, they do."
"Yea, but who asked you?"
"Just trying to be helpful."
"Bitch."

"Which leg?" Mia interrupted their brotherly banter.
"Left."
"Dude, I can speak for myself." Dean threw an annoyed look Sam's way and then looked back up at Mia. "It's the left leg, Sugar."

She couldn't help but giggle at their absurd arguing but quickly got serious again when she saw the state of his leg. She moved the blanket so that it was covering up his right leg and well, other parts of him that she knew she would have a hard time keeping her eyes off with just the thin material of his boxers in the way. She could feel hotness on her cheeks again and quickly tried to gather herself and focus. She took a closer look at the wound and saw the swelling and redness.
"This is infected." Sam got up from the table, a piece of toast in one hand, to have a look at the wound she was studying.

It was all making Dean fairly uncomfortable. He didn't really like being the center of their attention and he squirmed a bit, causing his back to ache and a small moan of pain to escape his lips.
"Stay still!" The order came from Sam and he fought the urge to just reach out and smack his younger brother over the head. Since when was he in charge?

"Right... " Dean watched Sam swallowed hard and chuck the piece of toast in the garbage. "That's my appetite gone... Thanks, man."

He studied the wound on his leg and held back a frustrated scream, this was gonna take forever to heal and would probably leave a scar. The scream that he was holding back came out as a sigh and an eye roll instead. He could feel the meds that he'd been given take some of the pain away but not all, and they definitely didn't take the awkward feeling of two people studying him away.

"Just close your eyes and lie back." It was Mia that spoke this time, her hand carefully pressed against his chest, pushing him down on to the pillows. He let her guide him down and closed his eyes, bringing an image of his baby to his mind, imagining driving down a road, her purring under him, music blasting loud from the speakers.

That's the place he tried to stay in, in his mind as he felt them start to clean out and mess with his leg. He tried to stay as quiet as he could and his fantasy world was a bit easier to linger in after she'd put music on in the room, telling him to focus on that.

Sam could see that it was starting to get too much for Dean though, and stopped which made Mia look up at him with question in her eyes.

"Do you mind getting me a glass of water?" He needed her out in the kitchen where he could talk to her without Dean over-hearing.
"Sure." She got up and went out in to the kitchen. Sam waited until he heard the water running before he got up and went after her, stepping in quite close.
She raised her eyebrow at the invaded privacy.
"Look... " Sam spoke really quietly. " I think we're just about to push past his pain threshold and I don't want him to feel even more uncomfortable than he already is... would you mind..." He didn't have to finish the sentence.
"Oh, ok. That's alright, I have some stuff I need to do anyways. Come have some dinner later if you want."
"It's not that I don't appreciate your help, it's just that.."
"Sam." She stopped his excuse. "I get it, ok. I have siblings too." She smiled reassuring and Sam relaxed a bit and watched her as she walked over to Dean, said something to him and then kissed his cheek.

"I'm serving dinner between five and seven today, drop by and get some food if you want." She reached up and kissed Sam's cheek as well. "And eat your breakfast Sam, you need the energy as much as Dean does." She closed the door behind her and left the two brothers to care for each other, recognizing the feeling of wanting to protect your siblings.

Sam walked back out to Dean and they went through the same routine as they had the night before, this time Dean stayed conscious through it all though, biting down on his pillow to keep from screaming. They agreed on leaving his back un-bandage for a while to try and dry it out a bit, leaving Dean face-down and so groggy from all the pain and the meds that he fell asleep whilst Sam was trying to talk to him.

Sam smiled a little and sat down at the table again, absentmindedly nibbling on his breakfast as he got his computer out to try to find out all about the incident Mia had mentioned, wanting to make sure that it was really over.