"Ughhhhh..." When you tried to reach for the remote, a sharp pain shot through your whole body. You had seriously injured yourself on a hunt a few days ago and were laid up on the couch. Sam and Dean hadn't wanted you to go, but you had managed to convince them to let you. It was supposed to be an easy hunt, just burn the bones and leave, but the ghost was out for revenge. Luckily, Dean had gotten to you in time before the ghost had a chance to kill you. The brothers blamed themselves for what happened. Truth was, it was your own fault. You should've just stayed home and let them take care of it.
"Need some help?" Dean walked up behind the couch and forced a smile. His normally bright green eyes were darkened with guilt. He hated when his friends got hurt. You nodded your head.
"Please?" He grabbed the remote from the table and handed it to you. You flipped through the channels until you found one that was playing a bunch of music videos. "Thanks Dean."
"Would you like something to eat? I can make grilled cheese for you if you want." Dean offered.
"That would be amazing." Your mouth watered at the idea of food.
"Alright. I'll be back with your sandwich in a few minutes. It won't take long to make." He disappeared into the kitchen and you heard the clanging of pans. It was really nice of him to do this for you. You made a mental note that you'd have to make it up to him later.
Sam walked into the room carrying a stack of books. "Hey Sammy. What's up?" You greeted him. He flashed you a quick smile befor setting the books on the coffee table.
"Just taking these to my room. You feeling okay?" You couldn't see the guilt on Sam's face like you did with Dean, but somehow you knew it was there.
"Less pain than yesterday, but it still hurts a lot to move. Dean's taking care of me, though, so I'll be good to go within the next week, hopefully." You told him.
"Well, if you need anything, just ask. I'm happy to help." He said and picked the books back up.
"Thanks. I might take you up on that." Sam walked toward his room and went back to watching the TV.
About ten minutes later, Dean held out the plate with the grilled cheese for you to take. You slowly sat up, moaning a bit in pain. "You okay?" Dean asked. You took the plate from him and nodded.
"Thanks. Why don't you sit with me? You could probably use some rest." He agreed and sat next to you, propping his feet on the table. He let out a contented sigh and fixed his eyes on the TV. You ate your sandwich slowly, savoring the wonderful taste. When you finished, Dean put the plate on the table for you and invited you to lean on him. You accepted his offer, resting your head on his chest. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep.
When Dean heard you snoring softly, he smiled to himself and kissed you on the forehead. "Get better soon." He whispered and went back to watching the TV.