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Sam-9
Dean-14

He Comes First

By Eliz

Sam Winchester or Sammy as both his father and brother called him wasn't your normal nine year old. Sure, he went to school, made new friends like every other kid his age did, but he also knew how to kill demons and how to hunt, which was extremely unusual. Even though Sam hadn't actually been on an out of town hunt yet, like his big brother Dean had. Sam was looking forward to when he'll get to go with his dad and brother. But unlike them Sam didn't love hunting as much as them, but he still enjoyed getting to go out of town with them and spending time with them away from the house.

"Sam! Get your ass up or your going to be later and miss school!" Dean shouted from the doorway. Sam sleeping past 6:30 was unusual, but it happened every once in a while, so Dean didn't let it bother him. He knew exactly how to get his little brother up and out of bed, because unlike Dean, Sam loved school and would beg to go to school if he knew was going to have to miss.

Dean's assumption was correct, because not more than five seconds after those words left his mouth Sam shot up our of the bed, eyes shooting around looking for the clock to see what time it really was. As soon as he saw that Dean wasn't telling the truth, he shot Dean a look, but began to get ready, even though every bone in his body told him to lay back down.

Sam was still exhausted and he really wanted to do was to just be able to go back to sleep and stay there all day, but since he had a spelling test today, Sam knew that wasn't an option. As Sam got ready, Dean made breakfast for both of them, Lucky Charms, which was both Sam and Dean's favorite.

"Sam hurry up! Your breakfast is getting soggy!" Dean shouted through the run down old apartment they'd been living in every since a few days before his fourteenth birthday, which had been almost 3 months ago.

"Coming!" he heard his little brother yell back, and then watched him walk into the kitchen. Sam still looked exhausted when he walked in and sat down at the table.

"That's the last time I let you stay up and watch a movie with me, little brother." Dean thought to himself as he continued to eat his breakfast.

Twenty minutes later both boys were out the door and off to school. Dean dropped Sam off right in front of the elementary school entrance doors as he always did every morning, but this morning was a little different. Today Sam wasn't acting like his usual self, he wasn't going on and on about what he was going to do in school today and didn't ask Dean to read off his spelling words, like he always did when he had a test. Dean shrugged it off, thinking that Sam was only tired and that as soon as he actually woke up some more he'd be fine.

"Bye Sammy, have a good day. I'll come and pick you up at 3:30," Dean smiled then left to go over to the high school building.

Sam knew that something was not quite right, but he just brushed it off as being tired and went inside the building and to his classroom.

His teacher, Mrs. Scotto, was in a particularly good mood this morning, so she allowed everyone to take their spelling test second thing that morning, even though spelling period wasn't suppose to be until the afternoon. Sam, of course, made a 100 on his test. School was anything but difficult for Sam, but he still enjoyed it, even though he got bored from time to time. He could actually do Dean's homework most of the time, and Dean used that to his advantage sometimes. Nevertheless, other times it made him mad that his little brother was smarter than he is.

Sam was just minding his own business, reading him assigned reading assignment, when the exhausted he had been feeling started getting the best of him. He couldn't seem to concentrate on what he was trying to read and do. Not ten minutes later Sam began to feel like someone had placed a tennis ball in the back of his throat and no matter what he tried he couldn't get rid of it. Then seconds later his stomach started to rumble and bother him. But Sam being who he was and how he was raised, he ignored and pushed it as far away as he could to try and not think about it. But as long as he tried to push it away, the stronger the feeling seemed to get.

Sam's best friend at this school, Taylor, looked over at Sam and could tell that something was wrong. Sam wasn't acting like he usually did.

"Sam are you okay?" Taylor asked looking at him with a concerned look on his face.

"Yea… I'm fine… just tired." Sam responded with a weak smile on his face.

Taylor didn't believe him, but went back to his work anyway.

Sam began to feel worse and worse, his stomach was beginning to go haywire. He also began to feel really hot one minute, but cold the next. However, Sam didn't want to bother Dean or anybody in his class for that matter, so he kept his mouth shut.

"Okay everyone, put away your reading book away, and you can have your snacks or go to the bathroom," Sam heard his teacher say.

Sam couldn't stand the sight of food right now, so he got up and went to the bathroom, hoping beyond hope that maybe going to the bathroom and washing his face would help with the nauseous feeling that kept on creeping up on him. But it didn't it just made Sam feel colder than he already did, even though he previously had sweat on his face, before the wiped it off.

"Come on Sam suck it up. Dean wouldn't be complaining if he felt sick. He would suck it up and go on." Sam thought to himself as he splashed water in his face one more time, and even though he felt like he wasn't going to get sick at any moment because he was so nauseous, he left the bathroom.

When Sam got back to his desk, the sweat that had recently lined his forehead had returned and was back with vinous. And the churning in his stomach was getting worse. All Sam wanted to do was go to sleep and he really didn't care where.

"Sam, you okay? You look really pale." Sam looked to his left to see, both Taylor and Cheyenne, the girl Sam sort of had a crush on, looking at him with concern written all over both their faces.

"Yea I'm okay I promise. I just didn't get enough sleep last night." Sam lied again as he tried his hardest to smile.

"Okay." Cheyenne agreed then smiled at Sam before she and Taylor sat back down at their desks.

Sam knew that he must look pretty bad if everyone could tell that he was sick, but he still wasn't at the point yet to where he thought he should tell someone. He had to suck it up just a little longer; if he could make it, lunch then he'd be okay, since Dean usually skipped his last two classes when their Dad was gone any way. But Sam had a feeling that his stomach wouldn't hold on that long, and he was gonna get sick before then.

Sam tried his hardest to stay awake as Mrs. Scotto talked about history and what they were going to be doing to today, but he lost his battle with exhaustion and fell asleep with his head, on the desk, resting on his hands.

Sam's teacher could see that he wasn't feeling well, because her best student hadn't even answered on of her questions today, hadn't been talking to his friends while doing assignments, and it didn't have a book stuck in his face any other time. Mrs. Scotto told the class to get out there books and begin free reading, so she could check on Sam without having the whole class go haywire. Then she gently made her way over to Sam's desk and gently placed the back of her hand on his forehead. It was pretty warm, but not hot enough to have caused the beads of sweat to form on his forehead.

Sam could feel someone touching his forehead as he began to wake up, but he felt too bad to even care.

"Sam come on sweetie… time to wake up." Mrs. Scotto whispered as she began to shake Sam's shoulder gently to get him up.

Sam immediately woke up and looks up at his teacher, who had a little smile on her face.

"Sam can you come with me for a second?" she asked.

Sam, who was somewhat afraid to talk, nodded his head yes, then followed his teacher outside into the hallway.

Mrs. Scotto immediately asked Sam if he was okay when the door shut behind them, and this time Sam couldn't hold it in anymore, he felt to bad, he had to tell someone that he felt bad. He didn't care anymore what John or Dean might think, Sam was sick and all he wanted was for someone to take care of him, and make it all go away. So he answered truthfully this time and told his teacher how he really felt and how much his stomach was hurting.

"Okay Sam, I want you to go to the nurse's office," Mrs. Scotto said with a sorry look on her face. She could see how bad this child really felt and was shocked that he had kept from saying anything for so long.

"Cheyenne can you come here please?" Sam heard Mrs. Scotto said as she opened the classroom door. Cheyenne looked up and immediately got up and went out the door. She could not believe how bad Sam looked now; Sam had no color left in his face almost except for his cheeks, which were redder than usual. "Cheyenne, I need you to walk Sam to the nurse's office. Can you please do that for me?"

Cheyenne nodded her head, took Sam by his arm, and began to guide Sam down the hallway towards the front of the school, which is where the nurse's office was located.

Sam almost protested when Cheyenne came out. If he did get sick he didn't want the girl he liked to see him, but he knew he didn't have choice, so he went along with it.

They got about half way there when Sam's stomach did a complete circle and he couldn't stop what was about to happen, so he immediately rushed into the boys bathroom that was right next to them. As soon as he got to the toilet, he lost his fight with his stomach and he lost his breakfast, but getting sick didn't made Sam feel any better like he thought it might. It made him feel worse. Sam knew he couldn't stay in the bathroom forever so he picked up all the courage that he had for the day and walked out to face Cheyenne, who had a look of sympathy on her face.

"Feel better?" She asked.

Sam just shook his head and they both silently began to walk again towards the nurse's office. Sam never felt so happy in his life to see a bed, even if it was extremely uncomfortable and did not have a pillow or anything. He turned around thanked Cheyenne for her help then walked into the nurse's office.

The nurse looked up from the paperwork that she was working on, and saw Sam standing in the doorway.

"Hello Sam, what can I do for you?" She said with a little bit of surprise in her voice, this was this first time Sam had been in, and even though she had only met him once she still remembered how sweet he was and well mannered.

"I'm sick…" Sam whispered as he looked at the nurse with two glazed over blue-green eyes.

"Okay why don't you sit down and tell me what wrong." She said as she patted on the edge of the bed.

Sam sat down and began to explain to the nurse what was wrong with him and that he couldn't stay awake in class anymore.

"Okay Sam here's what I'm going to do. First why don't you lie down, I'm gonna take your temperature, then we'll try to get a hold someone to come and get you." She smiled as she picked up the trashcan and placed it near the front of the bed where Sam's head was just in case it felt sick again.

"Okay…" Sam whispered as he opened his mouth so the nurse could put the thermometer in it.

It didn't take long for the thing to beep. "Okay Sam you've got a fever, so let see if we can get a hold of someone to come and have them come and get you." She responded as she wrote Sam's temperature out on a piece of paper.

Sam did not even think about telling her that John wasn't home and Dean was at school, he was to busy trying to control his stomach once again, to keep from being sick again, but yet again Sam lost and desperately hung on to the trashcan. Then he felt someone slowly rubbing his back in small circles, which he'd never had done for him before, so it was a little weird, but extremely calming at the same time. By the time Sam was done, he had tears running down his face and was completely exhausted. He felt the trashcan being lifted away, and a bowl was placed near his head.

"Sam sweetie, I can't get a hold of your dad, so I'm going to call your brother. What's his number?" the nurse asked Sam as she ran her fingers over Sam's bangs to get them off his forehead. Sam gave her the number, and then began to drift off.

He didn't even hear her say hello to his brother, before darkness consumed him.