Dean fumbled open the door to the Batcave and dragged his semi-conscious brother inside.

"Kevin!" Dean's bellow rang in the entryway, echoing back off the walls further within.

Kevin didn't answer.

With a curse, Dean hauled Sam through the halls and into his bedroom, easing him carefully down onto the bed.

Frowning at the younger man's harsh breathing, he laid a gentle hand on his forehead, checking for fever. Rousing at the touch, Sam groaned and opened pain-wracked eyes. "Dean?"

"It's okay, Sammy. " Dean sat on the bed and smiled down at his brother. "Everything's gonna be alright."