I started this one in school too, but it's a little longer! Enjoy my lovelies!

Sam couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. He could very faintly hear Dean trying to snap him out of the weird funk he had fallen into, but he couldn't figure out where the voice was coming from. He opened his mouth to answer Dean, but instead of words, an ear shattering scream erupted form his chest. He didn't know why he'd screamed. Was he in pain? His brain was too muddled to tell.

It had been some sort of venom from some sort of monster. At least, that's what he thought it had been. He just didn't know anymore.

"D'n." A garbled mutter came out of his mouth. Then again, he wasn't exactly sure what was coming out of his mouth at that point.

"Sammy? Can you hear me?" A gruff yet scared voice asked. Who did it belong to again? Who was Sammy? Was that him?

"Wha-?" He mumbled, feeling a violent spasm rock his body. Before the gruff voice could say anything back to him, Sam's world faded into nothingness.

Dean shook Sam's shoulder, glancing at his brother crumpled limply in the passenger seat. His head lolled to the side, his mouth wide open. Blood dripped steadily from his nose and the corner of his mouth. He was no longer groaning and had stopped twitching, but Dean wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

The Impala roared into the hospital parking lot. Dean didn't even check to see if he was in a parking spot. All that mattered was his delirious little brother in the passenger seat. It was almost a superhuman trait that Dean managed to drag Sam's lanky form into the ER. He was jacked up on all sorts of adrenaline, and panic had made his blood pressure spike. His heart beat rapidly as the nurses managed to get Sam onto a gurney.

"What's wrong with him?" One of the nurses asked as Dean watched the nurses roll Sam out of his sight. That bothered him. He hated it when Sam was hurt and he couldn't be right there with him.

"Um, venom. A snake bit him." Dean lied smoothly, still focused on the doors they had taken Sam through. The nurse nodded and scribbled something onto the paper that was clipped to an old brown clipboard in her hands.

"I'm going to need to get your insurance." Dean nodded absently, tossing a card at her. The woman clad in dark green scrubs trekked behind the counter to run Dean's card before handing it back to him. He looked down to see the paper she had slipped into his hand. In curly handwriting it read:

Beth xxx-xxxx

Normally, Dean would take the time to flirt shamelessly with her, but he just couldn't find the energy. He collapsed lackadaisically into one of the uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room. It was a waiting game now.

He couldn't remember how long he sat in the same exact position, staring blankly at the wall. There were no thoughts in his head anymore. He wasn't worried about the hunt anymore. He didn't care that they didn't kill the thing before they'd split. He just couldn't bring himself to care if anyone else was being murdered by the thing. The only thing he wanted was to hear Sam's deep voice spouting off some uselessly geeky fact while Dean drove down the open road with ACDC blasting in his ears.

"Mr. Larson." Dean jumped to his feet as soon as he heard the alias name. The doctor was standing by the same door they had taken Sam through. His eyes took in the disheveled man that stood before him. It was clear to the doctor that this man was going through hell in his own head right now, not knowing whether his brother was going to be okay. "I have good news and I have bad news. What do you want first?" The doctor asked in a professionally sympathetic tone.

"Surprise me." Dean replied in a rough, scratchy voice. It was clear from his stained cheeks and bright red eyes that the older man had been shamelessly crying.

"Your brother is awake." Dean's relief spiked as his heart started to calm. Until he took in the doctors remorseful expression. The anxiety returned twice as hard, crashing into him like a brick wall at ninety miles an hour. "Unfortunately, the venom seems to have done a number on his brain before we could pump it all out. He's a little out of it right now, and until he's fully awake, I can't judge if he will be okay or if there's something seriously wrong with him." Dean nodded, hearing the words that the doctor was saying, but not really listening. He hadn't made it past 'the venom seems to have done a number on his brain'. "You can go in and see him. He's just in that room." The doctor pointed Dean the right way before stepping out of the hallway to a different room. Dean took a half-assed deep breath and softly opened the door, stepping in.

Sam was lying on the bed, reclined back against several fluffy pillows. His hand was resting on the television remote and his pale face was pointed towards the soft TV. Dean could tell he wasn't really paying attention though. His hazel eyes suddenly turned to look at Dean.

"You were right. Daytime TV sucks ass." Dean almost laughed with relief. His younger brother seemed fine, much to his pleasant surprise. Dean practically collapsed at the door, having to lean on the frame for a few seconds before walking towards Sam's bed. He took a seat in one of the chairs next to it, resting his legs up on Sam's bed. His thigh lightly touched Sam's, a gesture meant to show Sam that he was there. Sam knew what it meant and couldn't help but smile at it. It was probably the closest he was going to get to any sort of contact.

"What do you remember?" Dean asked carefully, staring at the TV. "Judge Judy? Really Sam?" Sam shrugged noncommittally.

"There's nothing else on, man." He waited a few seconds before answering the first question Dean had asked. "Not much, honestly. I remember fighting that thing, and then suddenly I was going down. And then...nothing. Then I woke up here with a doctor leaning over me and you nowhere in sight, and I panicked. Thought the worst." He admitted, looking at Dean through his bangs. Though he was talking as if he were perfectly fine, Dean could tell from his flushed face and hollowed cheeks that the boy was actually exhausted.

"Go to sleep, Sam. I'll be here when you wake up this time." Dean comforted, patting Sam's hand. Sam smiled gratefully and reclined his bed back. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, his soft snores a testament to the deep sleep he was now in. Dean smiled down at the kid, who looked several years than he actually was buried in all of those pillows like that. He reached his hand out, brushing a strand of hair out of Sam's eye and resting his hand briefly on Sam's forehead before turning back to his episode of Judge Judy. "I swear, the things I do for you Sammy. I mean seriously? I'm sitting here watching friggin Judge Judy." And yet, Dean couldn't help the affectionate smile that brushed his lips. He would really do anything for Sam. Even if it meant Judge Judy.