Hold on Chapter 1: Sick, a supernatural fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the characters. I don't own the songs that I'm using either. I only own the people and things you don't recognize.

Authors note 1: Hi everyone. I was just reading a fiction from sammygirl1963 where Sam was in the hospital and that just reminded me of the time in my fiction "Trapped inside my mind" in one of Sammy's drems/memoriez where he mentioned something about almost dying and his father never came to the hospital and I thought I would make a story about that. So I hope you will enjoy reading this and please review so I know if you like it or not.

Authors note 2: Sorry if any of the medical things are wrong, but I only make things up as the story goes on and I only know things I have learned from watching House and other hospital shows which isn't anything.

Authors note 3: In this story I decided to do Sam 12 year old and Dean must be 16 then. If I counted right. Whatever.

Authors note 4: I will try to make the chapters longer than in my other stories. And that means it will take longer before I upload new chapters.

Hold on

Chapter 1: Sick.

Dean had noticed something was wrong with his brother. Sam wasn't acting like normal and Dean had waked up before him several days in a row. From the age of four Sam had always been awake before him, but not now. Dean wanted to ask his brother if something was wrong, but he was afraid of asking. Last time he had asked Sam what was wrong Sam had just yelled at him and not talk to him for days. Dean didn't want that to happen again, so he just waited and hoped that Sam would open up to him some day. Now when he thought about it his brother hardly eat anything either and he had looked a little pale a couple of days. Okay. That was it. Dean had to ask. But it could wait until the morning. He didn't want to wake Sam in the muddle of the night just to ask him if anything was wrong, so he just tried to think about something else and hope that he could fall asleep faster tonight.

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Dean opened his eyes and wondered when he had fallen asleep. He looked at the clock and saw it was only seven on the morning. He got out from his bed and got dressed. Then he walked out to the kitchen and filled a bowl with milk and cereal. He sat down and just looked at it until he realized that Sam wasn't sitting there eating it. God he must be tired since he didn't realize that. He stood up and walked in to his and his brothers room and woke Sam. no one said anything.

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It didn't get better later that day either. Dean hadn't asked Sam yet and Sam hadn't told him anything. Actually they hadn't spoken at all that morning. For two hours they had just been watching cartoons. Dean watched his clock again and saw it was almost eleven on the day. He looked at Sam and said: "Can I talk to you?" Sam turned off the TV and turned to his brother as he said: "Sure. What is it?"

"It's about you."

"What about me?"

"I don't know you tell me."

"What are you talking about?"

"The past days you have been so… not you. You sleep like 14 hours, but still you're tired. You hardly eat and you just… I don't know. You seem distracted sometimes. Almost like you can't hear or see or understand anything around you. You just sit and stare right out in to space."

"Yeah? So?"

"Are you okay?"

"Dean, I'm fine." Dean knew he was lying because Sam had been so careful to not look in to Dean's eyes as he said that. Dean sighed and said: "I'm just worried about you Sammy."

"Stop calling me Sammy. My name is Sam." Sam stood up and Dean saw that he closed his eyes. After a few seconds he opened them again and Dean saw his baby brother run to the bathroom.

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"Can I talk to you?" Had Sam herd Dean say. He turned off the TV and turned to his brother as he said: "Sure. What is it?"

"It's about you."

"What about me?"

"I don't know you tell me."

"What are you talking about?"

"Yeah? So?"

"Are you okay?"

Sam focused his eyes on something else than his brothers eyes as he said: "Dean I'm fine." He hated lying to his brother, but he didn't want to make Dean worried. Sam heard Dean let out a sigh and said: "I'm just worried about you Sammy."

"Stop calling me Sammy. My name is Sam." He stood up and closed his eyes as the whole room started spinning. After a few seconds he opened them again and felt his stomach turn. He ran fast to the bathroom and locked the door. Then he bent down forward and threw up in the toilet. The taste from the puke was so bad and he felt so bad he just wanted to cry. When he felt that there wasn't anything more that wanted to come up from his stomach he flushed the toilet and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He walked up to the sink and turned on the cold water and splashed his face with it. Then he turned of the water and used a towel to wipe away the water.

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He had been sitting on the bathroom floor with his head on his knees for a few minutes when he heard a knock on the door and his brother said: "Sammy, are you okay?" Sam looked up at the door and said: "Go away." He felt that his throat was really soar, but he didn't care. He didn't have the strength to care about anything right now. He laid down his head against his knees again and he heard his brother say: "Let me in."

"Go away, Dean. I don't feel like talking right now."

"Damn it Sammy. Just let me in." Sam could hear the anger in Dean's voice. Sam closed his eyes and took a few breaths before he stood up and walked towards the door. Man it felt far away. He fumbled a little with the lock, but he succeeded to get it unlocked after maybe 4-5 tries. He opened the door and now his legs failed him. All he could do was hoping his brother would catch him before he hit the floor.

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Dean was looking at the bathroom door for several minutes, but his brother didn't come out. He stood up and walked towards the bathroom, but stopped halfway there and wondered if he just should let Sam be alone. He stood there for a couple of minutes before he decided that he had to check so there was nothing wrong. He knocked on the door and said: "Let me in." He had to listen really careful to hear Sam say: "Go away, Dean. I don't feel like talking right now."

He felt the anger coming, but tried to keep it away from his voice as he said: "Damn it Sammy. Just let me in." He heard small movements from inside the bathroom and then someone trying to get the lock open, but failing. Suddenly the door opened and he saw his really pale brother looking at him with glassy eyes. Suddenly he saw that Sam started to fall to the floor and he let out his arms and catch Sam before he hit the floor. Slowly he lowered Sam's body so he and Sam sat on the floor and he heard Sam say: "Leave me alone Dean." Dean felt with his hand on Sam's forehead and almost got a shock when he felt the warmth from Sam. He took away his hand and said: "That's it. I call after an ambulance."

"No. Dean. Please don't." His brother was begging him. "Dad will get angry if we got o a hospital."

"Well, dad's not here."

"Dean…" Sam trailed off.

"Sam? Sammy?" Now he shook Sam and let out a breath he didn't knew he had held when he heard his brother moan. It wasn't a good sign that he just had collapsed and fainted, but Dean knew it was good that he got some sort of respond from his baby brother.

TBC

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Authors note: Hi guys! What did you think? I know I liked it. Review and subscribe. Please I really like to know what you think, even if you hated it. That way I know how I can make it better.

TTH