Dean disconnected the call and stared up at the ceiling. "Damn it, Sammy."
Presently, ignoring the exhaustion threatening to devour him, he sat up, the movement tugging at the trail of ugly stitches crawling across his belly, and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
Heart pounding and sweat beading on his forehead, he rose to his feet and stood, swaying, hoping he wasn't about to fall flat on his face.
Gutted or not, it was part of the Big Brother Code to rescue dumb ass baby brothers.
And Dean was pretty fond of this particular dumb ass.