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When I woke up Dean was propped up against the bed flipping the channels.
"What time is it?" I asked groggily, and took a sniff as I felt my nose start to run.
"Nine," Dean said and handed me a box of tissues from little table. "Here."
"Thanks," I said and blew out the gunk. Yuck.
"The nurse come in yet?" I asked as I got into a better sitting position.
"Nope, but there's food here," He motioned to a tray that was also on the table.
I stared at it. Eggs that looked scrambled, two pieces of toast with what looked like butter and jelly on the side, and a small bowl that could have been oatmeal next to a container of orange juice. "Did you eat yet?" I asked. I couldn't smell it, I couldn't smell at all, but my stomach was sending me mixed signals. I wasn't sure if I was hungry or not because I had no taste buds left.
"Yeah," Dean said, looking at me. "Eat, Brianna."
I gave him a look and got up. He moved his legs over and I sat down on the bed.
"Feeling better?" He asked as I unwrapped my Spork.
I sniffed again. "Eh…"
He nodded toward the plate. "Eat then, you'll feel better."
I stabbed the eggs. "How about you?"
He shrugged and turned his attention back to the TV. "Been better."
I felt my eyes well up. "I'm sorry."
He looked back at me quickly. "For what?"
I sniffed again and he handed me another tissue. "I don't know."
He gave me a tight smile. "It's alright Bree, you know Sam, freaking stubborn idiot. He'll find something."
I nodded, knowing he was just saying this to help me. He didn't really believe it.
I finished eating in silence as Dean flipped through the channels and settled on some Top Twenty Count down he knew I liked.
Dean was right, I felt better after I ate. But what I really wanted was a shower. A nice, hot, steaming, shower.
The nurse didn't come in for another hour or two. I fell asleep again, although I desperately wanted to stay awake. When I did wake up a guy had just left the room and a food tray was on the table by Dean's bed.
"Morning sleepyhead," Dean said. I blinked as I took in his appearance. Then I remembered, he was pale and sick looking because his heart was damaged. My fist clenched at my side and I swallowed a couple times.
I nodded a few times but I knew he didn't believe me. "Are you hungry?"
I didn't answer but he swung the table to my side. On the tray were turkey and mash potatoes with some kind of jello. I hate jello.
I took a sip of the milk and ate most of the mash potatoes. I must have lost my appetite. After I had scraped the last of the potatoes off my plate I pushed the table away and leaned back on the pillow.
"Hey Bree, look what I found," Dean said just as my eyes were drooping. I snapped out of it and looked toward him.
He was holding a back of cards. I grinned at him and he grinned back.
"War?" I asked.
"Good choice," He said and started dealing the cards.
When I was a kid we used to play cards all the time. It helped when we were stuck in motel rooms or were driving in the car for a while. My specialty was War, Dean's was Poker and BS and Sammy was annoyingly good at Spit.
I giggled as I beat Dean one hand. I stuck my tongue out at him and the game sped up.
"Yes," I said and grabbed my stack of cards.
I put them into a pile and went to flip. Dean grabbed his card and held it for a second.
"Dean?" I asked.
"I'm okay," He said, his eyes shut.
"I'm sorry! We should have never played-"
"Bree," He said gently.
"I'm really sorry. I'll go get the nurse." I hopped out of bed.
"Brianna," He ground out and I turned around. "Stop. I'm fine."
I bit on my lower lip, knowing he was not fine. I didn't argue though, I just sat back on the bed and he leaned his head on his pillow.
"Just have to rest for a minute," He muttered. I nodded and lay back down on the pillow also.
A couple minutes later we were asleep.
When I woke up Dean wasn't in his bed. I jumped up and looked around.
"Dean?" I whispered.
Suddenly the bathroom door to the side opened and Dean came out. I sighed. "Jesus Dean, you scared the crap out of me," I looked at what he was wearing. He was out of the hospital gown and he had on Sammy's pullover and jeans. "Why are you wearing that?"
"You can leave today," He said, not as a question.
"Yeah?" I asked. I hadn't really planned on leaving just yet.
"And I'm going with you," He told me.
"What? Are you out of your mind? Dean you're-"
"Dying?" He supplied.
I scrunched my face angrily at him. "Sick, and the hospital is the best place. Sam's going to find a way to help you and you should stay here."
"Sam can find a way to help me if I'm there too, Bree. Besides, the nurses here? Aren't even hot."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I'm not going to die in a hospital where the nurses aren't hot."
"You're not going to die!" I nearly yelled.
His face softened a bit. "Come on Bree, we both hate hospitals. Let's just get out of here, okay?"
I sighed. I could tell I had lost the battle. But maybe Sam would convince him. I had a feeling that wouldn't happen because Dean was stubborn and once he made up his mind there wasn't much that was going to change it.
I got dressed in some sweats Sam had dropped off and we took a taxi to the motel.
"You should have called him to come pick us up," I grumbled as Dean paid the man and we walked to the room.
"Uhuh," He said.
I knocked hard on the door and waited while Sam got it. He opened the door and I slipped past him.
"Bree?" He said and then he looked past me. "Dean? What the hell are you doing here?"
"I checked myself out," Dean said.
I folded my arms and stared. Sam looked back at me. "He did."
"Are you crazy?"
"Same thing I said," I added.
"I'm not going to die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot."
I rolled my eyes.
"You know this whole I-laugh-in-the-face-of-death-thing? It's crap, I can see right through it."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, whatever dude. Have you even slept you look worse then me."
Sam helped Dean to the bed and I stepped aside and sat down on the other one. "I've been scouring the internet. Trying every contact in Dad's journal."
I looked at some of the things on the bed. Some of it medical information and others Supernatural information.
"For what?" Dean asked.
"A way to help you. One of Dad's friend's, Joshua, he called me back. Told me about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist."
"You're not going to let me die in peace are you?" Dean asked.
"I'm not going to let you die, period." Sam told him. "We're going."