Title: Damn Hospital

Chapter 4: Jitters and Anxiety

Beta Note: No Beta used so don't be upset if there is minor errors.

An: I'm so sorry I've been neglecting this story so much shit has been happening. And it just kind of got put on the back burner. But I promise I'll be better. Its summer now, I have time again.

Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, I would fire Sera Gamble. Dean and Cas would have already gotten married in New York. And Bobby sure as fuck wouldn't have died. Since non of these things are true I do not own Supernatural.

Ship: Wincest

Summary: Dean and Sam hunt a vengeful spirit. The spirit makes Sammy go lights out and heads on Dean. Dean gets Sam to the hospital but doesn't tell them he is hurt worse. They catch him and start treating him but while tripping on some serious pain meds he blurts out that he is in love with Sam and I'll let you figure out what happens next.

Word Count:740

Dean slept still, completely unmoving save for the minute rise and fall of his chest. But up above in the waking world the two hunters in his room were frantic. Bobby paced back and forth waiting for Dean to wake up. What could he had meant? Did he mean any of it? Was it just the pills talking or was it something more? Bobby had to know. So he wore a hole in floor walking back and forth. But he was a picture of calm compared to Sam. The young man was jittery in a way that would make you question whether he had a neurological tick. His foot tapped rapidly and his fingers drummed at his knees. 'How could this be happing?' he questioned himself over and over again.

It was common knowledge that he left for Stanford because he didn't want to be a hunter and he didn't want to be near his father. But there was another reason, one other reason, as to why he left to go to college in California. He too had a brother complex. While growing up he always had a minor thing for his brother. But he dismissed it as that his brother was perfect. Because he was. He was strong, brave, courageous, everything he needed to be. Though, as they got older his hero worship crossed a little over the line. After a while he realized that he fell in love with Dean. It was wrong; it made him feel dirty inside. So he left. Got away and ended up with a girl who had his brother's face. He wasn't completely happy, but it was enough. Well, enough until Dean showed up on his doorstep, desperate. Then, upon coming home, Jess was killed and there was nothing left but to go follow Dean. And all the old feeling came back. But if it was just him, he could just live with his brothers company. It didn't matter as long as he had that at least. But Dean had just said, but he couldn't have meant it. Could he have? Sam didn't know. He didn't know what to do, what to say, he was lost and the son of a bitch wouldn't wake the fuck up.

After a while, a pretty nurse came in. Dean was still sleeping in his pain med induced slumber and the two men were still a mess. "He said something didn't he?" She asked with a knowing look. Bobby nodded and Sam remained twitching. "We get this a lot. But you better put yourselves right before he wakes up. I've never seen a patient remember what they said. But whatever it was, don't take it too hard on him. Since he said it while medicated he must have felt really bad about it." She smiled. "You two should really follow his lead. Especially you," she pointed to Sam, "I haven't seen you sleep since the first day you were let out." Sam only shrugged. I didn't matter if he hadn't slept he wasn't' going to anytime soon even if he wasn't determined to stay by his brother's side. His nerve wouldn't let him. But Bobby might as well go get some rest.

"Bobby you should go and get some sleep back at the motel. Can't sleep just yet I'm too jittery. But there's no reason you should stay here with me. Bobby gave him a look, trying to decide whether it was worth the fight to make Sam take off first. Coming to the conclusion that even if he went back first Sam wouldn't sleep Bobby nodded.

"Fine, idjit. But you better be ready to sleep when I get back. I'm not taking no for an answer you hear?"

"Okay, Bobby." Sam said, he was weary from the whole situation. Bobby left to go back to his hotel.

Sam just stared at his brother. He looked so peaceful. Dean hadn't looked that peaceful in a long time. Not since Dad died. He always looked so serious now. But right now he looked like a little boy. Sleeping like the dead. Like everything was alright.

The nurse from before came in with a glass of what she called water. Though, Sam could use it. But in that glass was some sleeping pills crushed up and Sam lapsed into a dreamless sleep. Nothing can cure jitters like a cold glass of sedatives. Sam needed the sleep more than most.