Life as a Winchester. (Sam and deans little sister)

Chapter six

-Mary Beth's POV-

As me and Sam sit at the hospital waiting on Dean we find out that he had internal bleeding from the last hunt we went on. Dean got stabbed and didn't tell anyone. Apparently he was protecting me. He doctored himself up and everything. Dean is sick. Deathly sick. He's in coma right now. He's been asleep for three days now. "What are we gonna do?" I asked Sam. Sam just rubbed his eyes. "Sit and wait Little Bit. Sit and wait." Sam and Dean call me Little Bit because mom had me two months early. I was little. And Dean said I looked like a mermaid because I was so little. I started thinking about my whole life. When I was little. I use to call Dean, Bean because I could not pronounce Dean. I called Sam, ham because I really don't know why. I guess because I liked ham. I never really had a favorite brother. I loved both of them the same. I think my dad and Sam got jealous when my first word was Bean. I took my first steps toward Sam. My brothers are my life. I couldn't bare the thought of losing one. We are all close. A tear slipped from my eye. "He'll be okay MB. He always is." Sam said confidently. And then there's a knock on the door. Walks in Crowley. "Crowley!" I yelled and hugged him. Sam glared at us. "How's my hellhound." I asked him referring to the hellhound he let me train when Sam and Dean needed to leave someone to watch Crowley. "She's great." He said. "Good." I said smiling. "Crowley." Sam said in a deeper voice. "Moose" Crowley said back. "What are you doing here?" Sam questioned. "I'm here picking daisies. What does it look like I'm doing. I'm checking on squirrel." Crowley said sarcastically and snappy. "He doesn't want you here." Sam said with full on anger. I know I should probably hate Crowley, but look at him. He's an adorable little old man. How can you hate that. Other than he's only killed my brother like twice. Turned him into a demon. But like I said. He's adorable. "Fine I'll go." Crowley says as he walks out of the room.

"You're so mean to him." I told Sam looking at Dean. "He's the king of hell do you expect me to be nice?" I kinda laughed. "When will he wake up Sam?" I asked looking at my big brother. "I don't know M. I don't know." Sam said disappointingly. I climb up on my brothers bed. Laying down on his chest. "I miss you" I whispered to him. I know he can't hear me, but it was the truth I know I'm a Winchester and I know I'm not supposed to cry but dammit it hurt so bad. Seeing him lying there like that. I start getting sleepy and fall asleep there.

I feel someone poke me. It's Sam. "Hm?" I asked sleepily. "You have to get up." He told me. I got off Dean and we went home. Well. To the hotel. "I don't wanna leave him." I told him in the car. "I know but we can't stay the night." He said sadly. We finally got in the room. I was so tired. I got in my bed. It was different. I didn't have a snoring brother in my ear. I looked at the clock and it's 3AM. I went and shook Sam. "Sammy." I whispered. "Hm?" He asked sleepily. "Can I sleep with you tonite?" I asked and he held his blanket up. I got in and we fell asleep. Comfortably and warmly. We slept all day. The phone ringing waking us up. Sam answered it. "Hello?" He asked tired. "Sam. It's me." Sam's face was full of different expressions.

Who is it on the phone? Comment who you think it is. I know this is short but it's like almost midnight and I'm sleepy.