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Nov. 16th, 2007 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gavemea_45He doesn't know how long he can stand it. Nor does he know how long he's been sitting by the hospital bed, looking at his brother lying so silent and still, surrounded by tubes and beeping machines, waiting for--
"Dean?" It's out before he realizes he's going to say anything. Sam leans forward, holding his breath as he strains to hear any sound.
There's no answer, and he swallows hard, fighting back a tightness in his throat.
"Come on, man. Don't do this. You -- you gotta wake up, Dean."
"You don't want Dad to get out of bed first, do you? I mean, you'll never hear the end of it--"
"Dean, please."
"Can you even hear me?"
There's no answer to any of it, and Sam drops his head into his hands, trying to think. It's then that another thought hits him, and Sam sits straight up, eyes going wide.
What if he's not even here? What if-- what if he's--
Two seconds later, he's sprinting for the door.
"Dean?" It's out before he realizes he's going to say anything. Sam leans forward, holding his breath as he strains to hear any sound.
There's no answer, and he swallows hard, fighting back a tightness in his throat.
"Come on, man. Don't do this. You -- you gotta wake up, Dean."
"You don't want Dad to get out of bed first, do you? I mean, you'll never hear the end of it--"
"Dean, please."
"Can you even hear me?"
There's no answer to any of it, and Sam drops his head into his hands, trying to think. It's then that another thought hits him, and Sam sits straight up, eyes going wide.
What if he's not even here? What if-- what if he's--
Two seconds later, he's sprinting for the door.
