Catch Me When I Fall

Hospital

Two days later, Dean was still unconscious. Sam had never left Dean's side, and the only time Bobby left was to get Sam some food so he didn't end up in the bed beside Dean.

The doctor thought Dean was giving up. You only had to look at Dean to see this wasn't a recent thing. Their dad had died five months ago, Sam thought it had probably been that long since Dean had eaten properly. He couldn't believe it had taken him this long to notice.

Even if the doctor was right, if Dean was giving up, there was no way Sam was going to give up on his brother, and neither was Bobby.

"I'm right here, Dean. I'm not leaving until you open your eyes, and look at me," said Sam tearfully, clinging onto Dean's thin hand. He paused to wipe the tears falling down his cheeks. "Please wake up."

"Hey, Sam. I got ya some coffee. How's he doing?" asked Bobby, coming into the room with two cups.

"Thanks." Sam took the coffee, and continued staring at his brother. "He's still the same. Why won't he wake up, Bobby?"

Bobby sighed, and sat down. "I wish I knew, Sam," he whispered, his eyes tearing up as he looked down at the young man in the bed. Dean was so pale, he looked whiter than the bed covers, and his freckles stood out, making him look like a kid.

"Do you think... he could be scared to wake up, or something?" Sam asked him, sipping his coffee.

"I don't know, Sam. I've never known Dean to show fear, and I can't see it happening now."

"Yeah, well I've never seen him like this either." Sam frowned as he thought of something. "You don't think he knows he's here, do you? You know how much he hates hospitals."

"Do ya think he's refusing to wake up because he knows he's in a hospital?" asked Bobby with a similar frown.

"I don't know. I'm just guessing." Sam sighed, and ran a hand over his face.

Bobby looked at his watch, and his eyes widened. "Crap. I've got to get back home, Sam. A hunter's stopping by soon. I forgot to tell him I wouldn't be there, it's too late to call him. I won't be long." He stood, but looked back at the younger Winchester. "Are ya going to be alright?"

"Yeah. I'll call you if there's any change."

"I'll be back as soon as I can," said Bobby, before leaving the two alone.

After Bobby left, a nurse came in to check on Dean. "Hey Sam. I'll just be a sec. Has he woken at all?"

"No. He's still the same," Sam answered, watching the nurse closely. Even though he had seen her a few times, he wasn't letting anyone near Dean without him keeping close watch.

The nurse smiled when she finished. "I'll come back a little later. Do you need anything?"

'Yeah, my brother,' Sam thought, but shook his head with a small smile. "No, thanks Helen."

When Helen left, Sam looked back at Dean. 'Screw it,' he thought, climbing on the bed, and carefully lifting Dean into his arms. He adjusted the cannula in Dean's nose, which was helping his laboured breathing.

"I know. Chick-flick moment. But I'm not letting you go until you open your eyes and tell me to. Come on Dean, you've got to wake up. You can't just lay there, and give up."

When Dean gave no response, he sighed. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you." As Sam stared down at Dean's face, he noticed Dean had long eyelashes. He wondered how he had never noticed before.

Sam stroked Dean's cheek, and started singing. "These are the eyes..."

A nurse was about to go into Dean's room, but stopped when she heard someone singing softly. She walked to the door, and saw Sam was singing to his unconscious sibling.