"Dean, please..." I stand frozen, staring at the man I love.
His legs stride toward me, closing our distance in seconds. He hovers over my petite figure, his intimidation only making me feel smaller.
"This isn't you."
"THIS IS THE NEW ME!" He shout...
I nearly dropped my phone at Dean's words. "It's Sam... He's in the hospital."
"What?! Is he okay? What happened?" I pour out my questions in panic.
"He's not doing so good." Dean's voice faintly but audibly cracks. "They're running tests now."
"Where are you?" I jump in my car, ready to have the open road fly underneath my wheels.
"No, Mari, you don't need to come-" He starts but I deny his attempt at being alone.
"I'm coming whether you like it or not, so you can either tell me now or there'd be hell to pay when I track you down."
"You're stubborn, you know that?" He asks rhetorically before caving in. "We're at Linwood Memorial Hospital in Randolph, New York. I'll tell you everything when you get here."
"Okay. I'll take a plane out there," I put the pedal to the metal, making my tires squeal as I drove off. "Be there as soon as I can."
"Be careful," Dean mutters.
I can't help but smile at his concern. "Always am."
~Two hours later~
Dean texted me the room number just shortly after I landed. Once I arrived at the hospital, I raced up to the room where the brothers occupied. I stop in front of the open door to see Dean, back facing me, sitting beside Sam who lay unconscious, hooked to various machines.
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Dean peeked over his shoulder and as soon as our eyes met, he got up from the chair. I close the door behind me before making my way into the older Winchester's arms. I hold on to his jacket as if my life depended on it, never wanting to let go. I shut my eyes to prevent the tears from falling when he pulls my body closer. His warmth fills me with a sense of comfort once I bury my face into his chest. A sigh of relief escapes my lungs, feeling safe for the first time in a while.
My serenity gets disrupted when his lips press against the top of my head. I gaze up, stunned at the small gesture only to see how close our faces are. He brushes the hair that hid my face away with his large and calloused hand. His fingers gently comb through my hair, triggering a brain orgasm, only to render me completely useless beneath his touch. I get so lost in his eyes that I barely hear his whisper.
"It's good to see you, Mari."
"You too, Dean," I whisper back while his hand travels to my neck. His thumb lightly strokes my throat. "I've missed you."
He blesses me with a slow, small smile. "I've missed you more, princess."
With his affection and added pet name, I'm thankful that his arm is securely wrapped around my waist, keeping me from falling. I kick myself for having to do so but eventually use every ounce of willpower to pull away. I move around Dean and see my best friend lie ever so still as the monitor announces his steady heart rate. I take his left hand into mine before rubbing my thumb on the back of his palm. Leaning over, I place a kiss on his stubbled cheek, the short hairs prickling my chin. I sit on the edge of his bed without letting go of his hand.
