Big Brother: (Dean x Reader)

“Hey Dean, what time are we leaving to go and visit Sam?” you hollered. You were packing an overnight duffle since you and Dean were planning on spending a day or two at the hospital.

“As soon as we can. You have everything packed?” Dean asked coming out of the bathroom with water still beading down his face. You nodded and your made our way out to the Impala. It was supposed to be a simple hunt, but it ended up being so much more than that and Sam had gotten hurt, badly. He had a bad concussion, three broken ribs, fractured wrist, some internal bleeding, and was still unconscious after three days; the only reason you and Dean weren’t with him at the moment was because after three days at the hospital you both decided that you and him needed a shower and fresh clothes.

“Have you talked to the doctors has there been any progress?” he asked trying to sound tough but you could tell that he was scared shitless that his condition might take a bad turn. You had been around them long enough, going on almost a year now, and dating Dean for about half of that to know when he was putting on a façade for you and tried to be tough.

You put your hand on his knee trying to reassure him, “Dean we were at the hospital less than two hours ago. I know you’re worried about him, I am too, but I don’t think he’s going to go into vegetative state in two hours”.

He just clenched his jaw and nodded stiffly. You pulled up to the hospital and Dean all but ran to the front desk, “Looking for Sam Winchester,” he told the nurse.

The kind, old, black nurse looked up from her papers and smiled, “Well that was quick, he’s still in the same room, suga’, you baby brotha’s doin’ just fine. No changes,” she said reassuringly. Before she was even finished talking he had nodded and moved towards Sam’s room, you sighed. “Honey, you’d better watch out fo’ that boy, you hear me?”

“I hear ya,” you smiled wearily it not reaching your (e/c) eyes completely, she was a really sweet person, she patted your hand and you trudged towards Sam’s room with the duffels in hand. Walking into the room was morbid. Sam’s normally lively hair was plastered to his face and he was pale. Dean was sitting next to him and was clutching his hand, you sighed and pulled a chair up next to him and started rubbing his back trying to calm him down.

“Dean, look at me for a second,” you said putting your hand on his shoulder and he slowly tore his eyes away from Sammy to look at you, “Sam is going to pull through, it’s just a bad concussion and a few broken ribs; he’s had to deal with worse before, he’ll be fine,” you said cupping his cheeks. He sighed and rolled his head into your hands before pulling you onto his lap and resting his head on your shoulder and absentmindedly fiddling with your (h/l), (h/c) hair. “Dean,” you said quietly stroking his head, “When was the last time you slept?” he muttered something inaudible, “Come on babe, you gotta speak up”.

“Three days, okay,” he sounded like it meant to come out strong but it came out tired and desperate. You took a good look at him, there were heavy bags under his eyes and they were purple from not enough sleep. You stood up and took his hand and dragged him slowly over to the more comfortable reclining chair and gently pushed him down.

“Sleep, Dean. Your body’s not going to hold out much longer,” you pleaded with him as you grabbed a blanket.

“But Sa-".

“No buts, Sam will be here when you wake up. If anything changes I’ll wake you up, I promise,” you said rubbing his hand. You covered him with the blanket and moved back over to Sam but Dean grabbed your hand.

“Stay?” he whispered already half asleep, guess he had given up on arguing. You moved back over to him and he pulled you down on his lap again and you pulled your feet up while he tucked your head under his chin and covered you with part of the blanket you had given him while wrapping his arms around you. Truth is you hadn’t slept in three days either so while Dean was passed out you soon followed, silently praying that Sam would be okay.