You hadn't slept in two days. Sam kept trying to get you up, trying to help you eat or drink or even talk to him but it just wasn't happening. You'd been in an awful car crash. You weren't even doing too well yourself but Dean? Dean was in a coma. And the doctors didn't know if he was getting better. He was the love of your life, he was your best friend, he was everything and the mere thought of ever having to live without him was enough to drive you into your fifth panic attack since you'd gotten to the hospital. It was almost 9 am, and you hadn't moved from the chair beside Dean's bed, an IV and a drip connected to you since you'd begged the nurses to let you stay. The sun was shining through the window, and normally that'd make you happy but today it just pissed you off. John had disappeared earlier in the morning, and Sam was sitting next to you, trying to feed you.

"Please honey. Just a bagel."

You shake your head, eyes unmoving from Dean's face. Sam takes your chin in his hand, guiding you to look at him.

"Listen, d'you think that Dean is gonna be happy when he wakes up and finds out you haven't been taking care of yourself? You broke three ribs and you're refusing care. Just try for him okay?"

I whimper, my face falling into tears. Sam sighs, tugging me into a loose hug.

"Sammy…the hell are you doin' touchin' my angel like that?"

Dean's hoarse voice sounds in the quiet room.