Before I start this chapter. I have been receiving a large number of attacks by Sam Girls. I am biased. That is not what this story is about. I suggest that those who think I am go back to season one and follow Sam and Dean closely and don't take sides. I'm not. Thanks so much for the great reviews.
“Sammy?”
The younger
man awoke with a jerk when the hoarse whisper pierced his slumbers. He looked into a pair of green eyes filled
with pain. Noticing the time on the
clock, he checked the medicine schedule and took out two pills. He carefully lifted his brother and helped
him take the pills. Dean swallowed the
water thirstily.
“Not too
much, Dude,” Sam softly told the injured man.
“I’ll give you some more in a little while. Let’s see how you do with this.”
“Where are
we?”
“A cabin Cas
took us to. How are you feeling?”
“I’ll be
fine.”
“Okay, Mr.
Macho. Now, how are you feeling?”
“I said I’m….”
“Cut the
crap, Dean. I know you better than
anyone. How are you feeling?”
Green eyes
stared into hazel ones. The older hunter
licked his dry lips. Sam heard a deep
sigh and grinned.
“It’s not
funny, Sammy,” whispered the injured man.
“Of course
it is, Dean. You don’t have a con to get
out of the truth this time. It’s
hilarious.”
“It’s
hurts like hell.”
“I thought
as much. I brought a book I thought you
might like. I’ll read to you for a bit. Get your mind off the pain.”
“kay,”
Dean said softly.
Sam opened
the book and began to read. Halfway
through the first chapter, Dean dozed off.
Sam stared
at his brother, thinking he should have been doing this all along. Of course, Dad would’ve raised hell, but Dad
hadn’t been around in a long time. Sam
laid his head back and dozed off. At
least he got Dean to admit he hurt. He
smiled as drifted off to sleep.
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