Crawling out of the lake water all Dean could think about was Sam, his brother and lover. They had previously learned the feelings for one another after Dean brought a girl to the motel they were at a few months back. Dean had went to the bar and picked up the first easy access slut that looked his way. He knew it wouldn't be hard, sure maybe he was more damaged than most but he was handsome and he knew if he played the right cards no one could say no, he had a way about him.

Sam had gotten home earlier than expected. He walked into the room thinking Dean was alone and sleeping, he was so wrong. She was naked in Dean's bed, as was Dean. Lucky for Sam they hadn't gotten intimate yet, Dean was just putting a condom on. He stormed into the room with the biggest bitch face he could muster screaming at the girl to get out. He practically shoved her out while she stumbled and hopped to pull her pants on.

Sam wasn't happy, he was so hurt. He knew he had stronger feelings for Dean than he should, but he felt as though he was making progress. He wanted Dean in ways he knew Dean would find disgusting in the least. He couldn't control himself around the dinner skank this time, Dean was his.

"Sam!" Dean was close to hysterics, it didn't help that he was going into hypothermia. He needed to find Sam, but that's all he could recall he needed to do. Walking along the lake bed until he felt he was on the verge of collapsing, but still he trudged on, needing to find his younger brother, needing to know the ma was okay.

Just as Dean was losing hope, yet still refusing to give up, he heard Sam call from atop the bridge in which he presumed they had fallen. He was completely dry and unscathed. Dean couldn't remember what has happened for him to end up soaking wet, but whatever it was, it hadn't happened to Sam,and for that he was happy.

Dean's vision started swimming, he felt nauseous and his head was pounding. He found that with every blink it was harder and harder to keep his eyes open. He was about to pass out. He didn't realize Sam running up to him, but he felt his large strong arms around him as he collapsed.

He awoke again in the car, he was slung up against the passenger side door. He felt the car sway and instantly felt sick. He found it harder and harder to keep his eyes open.

"Sammy.." He could tell he was slurring his words, he didn't know what was wrong. He felt so horrible. He was so cold, and he felt so weak and tired.

"Don't talk Dean" Sam sounded so concerned. "We're almost back to the motel."

Dean barely heard what Sam had said before he started fading back out.

He awoke again in the bed of the motel, he was covered in blanket after blanket and he was still shivering. He could just make out his brother pacing in the corner whispering angrily into his phone. Dean tried to pretend to still be sleeping, but in his current state it didn't last long.

"I have to go - no he's awake," is all he heard from Sam before he heard the snap signaling Sam's mobile closing. "Hey Dean, I know you're awake, you don't have to continue acting, it doesn't work on me."

"Mornin Baby boy," Dean tried to do his heart stopping smile, but all it resulted in was a large shiver.

"Shut up Dean, it's not even 6pm. Do you even remember what happened?" Sam knew Dean was up for one nasty cold.

"Uhh… no?" Dean thought for a second. "Where are we anyhow?"

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"Getting the lead for a ghost, and getting in the car to head for Wilmington, OH. Then when we did a shit ton of research and went after it. It's all blank after that."

"Well, we went after it as you said, but the ghost pushed you over the edge of the bridge we found it haunted. It was going to get me too, but something happened and it didn't get to. It just vanished." Sam stared closely at Dean as his eyelids started to droop. "We still have to find out who it is, and salt and burn their bones, but right now you need to lay down and get better."

"I'm not dying, Sammy, I'm just cold."

Sam looked at Dean skeptically as Dean drifted off into a restless sleep. Plagued with nightmares, and scary things Dean would never admit aloud to his brother.

Sam was hurt and he was hurt pretty bad. It was something Dean couldn't fix on his own.

As Sam lay there, his own blood pooling out around him, Dean started to worry. Is this what he got for being with Sam in such a non brotherly manner? He was losing him completely? Sam was the only thing he had left. His mother was dead, as was his father and father figure. His best friend Cas had gone, and never returned, and Sam, he loved Dean in a way he knew he shouldn't.

He watched as Sam's breathing became more and more labored until it stopped completely. His body shuddered as his heart stopped beating and his entire body went limp. He watched his brother and the love of his life's eyes glaze over and felt him go cold in his arms as the hours passed by.

Dean knew Sam would want him to move on, but he just couldn't seem to find a way to make his limbs move. He couldn't stand the thought of leaving his boyfriend in a pool of his own blood that has long since dried. All over him and the ground surrounding them.

"Dean! Wake up!" Sam was worried. Dean had been practically screaming for 10 minutes until Sam had had enough. He had thought it was just a meaningless nightmare, but when Dean got worse Sam couldn't take it anymore. He hated seeing Dean in such pain.

"Sam? Sam!?" As soon as Dean's sight fell onto Sam he was pulled down into a fierce hug. Regardless of how weak he was from being sick, if it meant his brother was in harm's way, or needed protecting he had all the strength he needed. He didn't mind Sam knowing he was broken, he wanted to hold him, and never let him go.

He couldn't remember the last time he just wanted to hold Sam. They'd done so much in the months they'd been dating, but they never just cuddled. They never felt the need Dean was never a big chick flick person. He avoided them at all costs, but he actually liked this, liked feeling Sam's warm body next to his. He could get used to this.

Sam knew Dean needed him to not question what had happened and just hold him, so he did. He had always a big cuddler, but he never cuddled with Dean, not even after the sex or during late night movies. Sam knew Dean hated chick flick moments, and he didn't want Dean to regret even having a relationship with him in the first place so he didn't push his luck, but he could tell Dean enjoyed this as much as he did.

As Dean fell back to sleep, Sam held him close as if it was all he would ever need in life. After watching Dean for a short while, seemingly satisfied that Dean had a trouble free sleep, he snuggled into Dean and drifted off. The smell of Dean filling his nostrils with every inhalation.