The loud beeping beside him Was the first thing he recognized, accompanied by the groggy effect of slowly fading pain medication. He attempted to lift his arms and moved his eyes back and forth, working up the strength to open them. When he was finally able to crack his eyelid open, the bright fluorescent lighting had him quickly regretting it.
He managed to lift his hand slightly, feeling it brush against something warm. Sam slowly tilted his head in that direction, blinking his eyes open once again to see his brother resting his head atop the bed.
“Dean,” He croaked as he gently tapped Dean’s arm.
His brother startled awake, eyes quickly scanning their surroundings, a look of guilt taking over his tired features. Sam hated how often that look appeared on Dean’s face, especially because there was absolutely no reason for it.
“Hiya, Sammy,” Dean smiled. “How ya feeling?”
“I’m good,” He shrugged. “What happened?”
“You were stabbed by a starship.”
Sam rolled his eyes, “First of all, we need a better name. Secondly, I meant while I was out.”
“No need for a better name,” Dean leaned back in the chair with pride. “They are extinct, and I made sure of it this time.”
“So you took care of the monster without me?” He stared at his brother with a disapproving glare.
“I called Cas,” When Sam relaxed a bit, Dean continued. “We tracked the asshole down, beheaded the damn thing and burned it to ashes. All while you got some beauty rest.”
Sam smiled, “Someone has to still look good.”
“Oh, Sammy,” Dean laughed, leaning forward to slap Sam’s thigh. “You’ll need a hell of a lot more beauty sleep if you want to catch up to this fine specimen.”
He couldn’t help but laugh, even as he rolled his eyes and swatted Dean’s hand away. Truth is, Sam’s been a bit off his game lately. He knew it. This particular incident just made it all the more clear. Luckily, Dean was always there to help Sam get back on his feet. Dean didn’t do it out of obligation. His brother did it for him, stone number one, and that was something Sam could build on.
FILLED Jefferson Starship (4/4)
He managed to lift his hand slightly, feeling it brush against something warm. Sam slowly tilted his head in that direction, blinking his eyes open once again to see his brother resting his head atop the bed.
“Dean,” He croaked as he gently tapped Dean’s arm.
His brother startled awake, eyes quickly scanning their surroundings, a look of guilt taking over his tired features. Sam hated how often that look appeared on Dean’s face, especially because there was absolutely no reason for it.
“Hiya, Sammy,” Dean smiled. “How ya feeling?”
“I’m good,” He shrugged. “What happened?”
“You were stabbed by a starship.”
Sam rolled his eyes, “First of all, we need a better name. Secondly, I meant while I was out.”
“No need for a better name,” Dean leaned back in the chair with pride. “They are extinct, and I made sure of it this time.”
“So you took care of the monster without me?” He stared at his brother with a disapproving glare.
“I called Cas,” When Sam relaxed a bit, Dean continued. “We tracked the asshole down, beheaded the damn thing and burned it to ashes. All while you got some beauty rest.”
Sam smiled, “Someone has to still look good.”
“Oh, Sammy,” Dean laughed, leaning forward to slap Sam’s thigh. “You’ll need a hell of a lot more beauty sleep if you want to catch up to this fine specimen.”
He couldn’t help but laugh, even as he rolled his eyes and swatted Dean’s hand away. Truth is, Sam’s been a bit off his game lately. He knew it. This particular incident just made it all the more clear. Luckily, Dean was always there to help Sam get back on his feet. Dean didn’t do it out of obligation. His brother did it for him, stone number one, and that was something Sam could build on.