Chapter Nine

Sam walked into the room with a bag of groceries.. Please let him be still okay. “How do you feel?” Sam asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. It was four very long days since the attack.

“Better. We've been talking...”

“We? We who?”

“Me and him.” Dean gestured to the other side of the bed. “The unicorn?”

“What?” Sam's heart sank. Oh, no.

Dean frowned, then a grin split his face. “You are so easy.”

“You... Jerk.” Sam grinned, too.

“Bitch.” Dean punched him gently. “Thanks. Where's my soup?”

The End