Sam was floating. Numb. And high. Reaaally high.
He could vaguely hear voices around him. Voices he knew belonged to Dean and Bobby.
"You idgit, I said to look out for your brother."
"I tried. It was the rabbit's foot, it was too powerful."
The voices argued on. Wow, they sounded angry. He barely remembered Dean giving him pills, and practically carrying him to the car. And he didn't remember arriving at Bobby's at all.
A sudden throbbing started in his shoulder and worked it's way through his body. The drugs (the wonderful, wonderful drugs) were wearing off.
He groaned involuntarily, and felt a hand on his good shoulder.
"Sammy? You in pain? Need more meds?" Deans voice asked.
Sam forced his eyes open to look at the two worried faces swimming in and out of focus. Then everything spun sickeningly around, including his stomach.
"Dean, I think he's gonna-"
Sam didn't just puke, he projectile vomited. On Dean. All over Dean.
Pain exploded from everywhere, and he gave in to the swirling darkness.
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Sam woke again to the throbbing. Wasn't as bad though.
He opened his eyes, and closed them again immediately.
"You gonna go Linda Blair on me again?", Sam could hear the humor, the worry, and the relief in Dean's voice.
"Maybe." Sam answered truthfully. Though it didn't feel like he had anything in his stomach to bring up.
He dared to open his eyes again to look at a quite haggard looking Dean.
"You don't look so great yourself." Dean said sensing the comment coming and shifted in the chair beside his bed.
"You've been in and out for three days, Sam. And the pain killers kept making you sick. But if you didn't take 'em the pain would-." Dean paused and looked down "You've been in pretty bad shape, Sammy.".
"It's not your fault." Sam said, seeing the guilt written so clearly on his big brother's face. "The rabbit's foot killed all those other people, and it would've killed me. But it didn't, because my awesome big bro was there to keep me alive."
Dean smirked, and looked at Sam. Mischief gleaming in his eyes, "I am pretty awesome aren't I?".
"Depends, will my awesome brother get me some food?" Sam said.
"Will I be wearing it later, Linda?" Dean replied, "Tell you what, just because I'm so amazing, I'll make you a sandwich.".
"Yeah, that's the only reason." Sam said.
Dean smiled then headed out the door.
"Hey Dean?"
"Yeah?" Dean said poking his through the doorway again.
"Thanks" Sam said simply.
"No problem, Sammy." Dean smiled again, then left on the mission for soup.
He knew Dean would deny it, but Sam was sure he heard someone mumble from the hallway, "All in day's work for Batman.".
THE END
