Sam didn't have any intention of moving away from her. He stayed pressed close, trying to ease any nightmares she had about or soothe any pain until she was able to drift back off. He didn't care what looks the nurses gave him for sitting with Dean like this--if she needed him there, he was going to stay there with her. Each time she looked at him, he muttered that he was still there with her...

Well, at least until he eventually nodded off into his own sleep... which wasn't entirely peaceful or comfortable either, really, but it was better than he'd had in days.