Written for prompt 33 for the LJ community "foundficspn". Teen!chester fic.

Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy
When Sam woke up after the appendectomy, he was feeling good. Dean knew, because Sam told him. The doctors had said there might be some pain, but maybe they didn't know that they gave him drugs? Or they didn't know what Sam did when he wasn't at school? Because there was nooooooo pain. Everything was easy peasy lemon squeezy.

Ah, stoned Sammy. "You do realize you just said all that out loud, right?" Dean asked. "Including the 'easy peasy lemon squeezy' part."

Sam blinked. Then he waved. "Hi, Dean."

Dean chuckled. "Hi, Sam."

"Guess what."

Dean didn't know, but he was pretty sure it was gonna be good.

Sam leaned over and attempted a whisper. "I am missing an internal organ right now. It's gone. They took it out of me."

Yep, Sammy on drugs never failed to entertain. "Yeah. I remember."

"It's an external organ now, Dean." Something seemed to occur to Sam. "Did you do it?" he asked.

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Did I take out your appendix?"

"Yeah."

"No."

Sam thought that over. "You let someone else do that?"

"Yeah."

Sam looked at him. "Are they going to use it to make some witchy hexy something?" he asked seriously.

" 'Some witchy hexy something'? Wow, Sam, you have such a way with words."

Sam reached out for Dean. He missed at first, but eventually grabbed his brother's arm. "No, but even with hair they do things, you know, so what about an appendix?"

How did Sam's brain work that way? But, okay, while it wasn't like the odds were high that this hospital employed some crazy surgeon-slash-witch, Dean made a mental note to check it out. Just in case. Hey, they'd gone on hunts with less. He patted Sam's hand and disconnected it. "Yeah, don't worry about it. Dad and I got your back."

" 'Kay." Sam's attention wandered and he looked around the room. When he found Dean again, his face lit up. "Hi, Dean!"

It never got old. You might think it would, but it didn't. "Hey, Sammy."

"Hey, Dean, do you know? You're my best friend, Dean."

Fortunately, Dean didn't have to respond because Sam continued.

"Of course, I don't really have any other friends, do I? Caleb is Dad's friend. Hey, one time I had a friend when we lived in Oklahoma, do you remember?"

"Yeah."

"I can make friends in California maybe," Sam said thoughtfully.

Dean sensed he should follow up on that, confirm his niggling suspicions, but he also knew he didn't really want to know the answer.

"But even if I had one hundred and three friends, you would still be my best friend," Sam finished.

"Yeah? What if you only had fifty eight friends?"

Sam laughed at him. "Dean, the top position doesn't change." He pointed at Dean--well, in Dean's general direction. Sam frowned and carefully moved his hand to point at Dean. "You're my number one."

"Thanks, Sammy."

"You're the Riker to my Picard."

"And you ruined it."

The smile slid off Sam's face. "Why won't you go with me?" He almost looked sober.

Dean was so not having this conversation. "I don't know right now. I'm gonna go get some coffee, okay? I'll be right back."

" 'Kay."

He dawdled a bit, and sure enough, when he got back, Sam had reset himself, or the drugs had reset him, or whatever.

"Hi, Dean!" Sam greeted him. "I get to eat breakfast in bed today!"

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