Sam held you tightly on his lap in the hospital while Dean stayed in Lisa's room to talk to Ben. Crowley had kidnapped Lisa and Ben to get to Dean, causing a whole day's worth of mess for all of you. Sam's fingers gently traced up and down your thigh, poking every freckle he passed by on the way. He wasn't really a fan of hospitals; too sterile and ominous. This was probably the first time he'd been in one though where nobody he truly cared about was on the verge of death. That was a relief.

"You think we'll get outta here soon?"

Sam whispers against your hair, rocking you slowly.

"I dunno. Dean seems to be fighting for his life in there."

You whisper back, both of your eyes set on the door and the muffled argument going on behind it. Sam sighs, kissing the side of your face.

"I wish something would work out for him."

You nod, closing your eyes and trying to lose yourself in Sam's warmth rather than focus on how awful you felt for Dean.

"I know. Me too."

Sam's fingers gently tap your hip, a silent message for you to get up, and you do, sitting beside him as Dean comes out of the room. It was hardly fair of the two of you to be all over each other when Dean was going through anything like this.

"Let's get out of here."

Dean murmurs, his green eyes avoiding the two of you.