"Dean brought me hospital food."

Sam whispers to your unresponsive form, glancing at the uneaten bland food sitting on the nightstand.

"You'd have hated it. Not a fan of peas, I remember."

He smiles a bit to himself, swallowing painfully as he tries to hold it together. A demon in a semi truck had violently crashed into Baby a few days ago, leaving you in a coma. Sam and Dean weren't in great condition, but they were up and about. John was okay too, but Sam couldn't be around him right now. He'd tried to tell Sam to just let you go and skip town to find the colt again. But he'd rather die than leave you ever, especially in your condition. Sam lifts his hand to gently stroke your cheek, pressing a few soft kisses to your feverish head.

"I'm so sorry, honey."

He whispers, a tear slipping down his cheek.

"I'm gonna get you outta this, okay? I promise. Or I'll go with you."

Sam puts his head against your stomach, being as gentle as possible, but needing familiarity and closeness from you. His bottom lip trembles as he tries to hold in the flood of tears, contemplating stepping out of the room for a moment to just scream.

"Sammy…?"

You whisper, your eyes fluttering weakly.

"I don't feel very good…"