Please review! I just love hurt Sam, can't you tell? :) I think I need help here. Is there a cure for Sam angst?

Dean sat up as he heard a noise in the bathroom.

"Sammy?" He glanced at the unmade and empty bed next to him. "Sammy?" He looked around. The noise sounded like a mixture between groaning and sobbing. He pushed the door to the restroom. "Sammy!"

He raced towards his bother who was slumped to the floor, his whole body was shaking.

"Sam!" he touched his brother shoulder when Sam wouldn't respond and wouldn't stop shuddering. "Samm? What the hell is going on?!"

"I don't know," Sam moaned painfully. "But it hurts Dean, it hurts."

Dean tried to sit him up but Sam yelled in pain and collapsed in a shuddering heap.

"Can't," he gasped. "Can't." He was sobbing now. "Hurts."

Fear clouded Dean's eyes as he gripped Sammy's shoulder tightly.

"What hurt's Sammy? You have to help me out here. Tell me what hurts!"

Sam was sobbing in pain too much to talk at first.

"My stomach," he finally gasped. "It feels like it's being torn to shreds. It feels like my veins are being snapped into two." He groaned again. "Oh God..."

"We're going ot the hospital," Dean decided firjmly. Sam shook his head, still gasping for breath. "I don't think I can move," he monaed. His whole body was rigid . "Please don't make me move." He was begging now, through his tears.

"All right Sammy," Dean sighed and nodded. "All right." His mind raced as he tried to think of what to do.

"Okay Sammy, what do you want me to do? You have to help me here, okay?" He forced himself to stay calm. Sam couldn't stop moaning.

"I don't know." He was whimpering now. "It hurts. It won't stop hurting, Dean."

"When did it start?"

"I guess..."Sam blinked as he tried to think. "I guess when I had my vision a few minutes ago. I barely saw anything before this pain started to tear me apart like a bunch of knifes. And the next thing I know, I'm on the floor, barely breathing."

It was getting easier to talk now. Easier to breathe. Dean noticed that and nodded.

"Can you sit up now? Move?"

Sam paused before answering.

"No hospital," he finally grunted. "I can't handle the car right now."

Dean nodded and gently hoised Sam up. Quickly he led Sammy to his bed and laid him down on it. Sam shivered and quickly Dean placed the blankets over him. Than he also placed a wet towel from the room's bathroom onto his brother's forehead.

"Feeling better?" He asked gently and Sam nodded.

"Sorry if I scared you," he mumbled. "I don't know what came over me."

"It's all right, Sammy," Dean assured him. He was getting angry, though. On the inside. Angry at Sam's visions. He nver trusted them before and now he hated them. Hated that they were attacked his brother like that. Now it was more personal. Now he was determined to find out where those visions were and why they were hurting his brother.

"You should get some rest," he sighed. "I'm gonna make a few calls," he added when he picked up his phone and headed towards the door. "You going to be okay?"

Sam gave a half hearted smile.

"Dean I'm over 12. I can stay home alone for more than an hour."

A flicker of a smile appeared on Dean's face. Good the kid appearently still had his sense of humor in tact. That was important. He nodded and quickly left and pushed Bobby's number...

Should I continue? Yes, no?