It was just a broken leg but Dean made it seem like it was the end of the world. Sam told me that on the way back all Dean could talk about was the three of us when we were kids. Dean and I were only a year apart and he's always been weird around me. I just brush it off as him being weird. "Well look what the cat dragged in." I said when he walked in, "You okay? You need anything?" I sighed, "Dean it's just a broken leg. I'm not dying."
You try to get up and get ready to go but his grip tightens and you whisper "Dean, I got to get up." He moans a bit and wakes up just enough to say "No you don't." I sigh and finally say "If I don't then who will get you pie and your favorite beer?" "I can make Sammy do it." Sam in turn wakes up and says "Sammy will not. Let her up Dean."