AN: Hey guys! I was asked to do a sequel to my Better Dig Two story so here it is. This one will probably be about three, maybe four, chapters long. For those of you reading my Gracie fic, don't worry, I will still be working on that one.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. It all belongs to Eric Kripke and the CW.

AN: Enjoy!

Dean stirs in his sleep; a noise beginning to bring him to consciousness. He tries to ignore it but it happens again, this time Dean realizes it's coughing. His brow furrows trying to remember why this is important. His eyes fling open. Sammy.

It had been a week since he'd found out about Sam being sick. A week since Crowley attacked them. A week since he'd taken Sam to the hospital; since he called Kevin practically begging him to find a way to help his little brother. Naturally, he hasn't heard any good news yet and his nerves are frayed. There is a loud thump outside his door and before Dean knows it, he's out of his bed and across the room opening said door.

"Sammy!" Dean exclaims, dropping to his brothers' side as another coughing fit wracks his body. Dean rests a comforting hand on the back of Sam's neck. "It's okay Sammy, I'm here."

Dean feels Sam's body wrack violently every time he coughs. It leads him to feel helpless, knowing it's painful and not being able to help. Finally, the coughing fit subsides and only after he knows his brother's okay does Dean realize the hand clenching his shirt.

"Sammy. Hey, come on little brother, look at me," Dean says softly, worry in his voice. Sam raises his head and Dean tries to quell the rising panic at the sight of blood on his brother's shirt.

"Sorry for waking you," Sam says, trying to wipe the blood off his chin. "I just…"

"Don't worry about it," Dean says when Sam doesn't continue. "You have nothing to be sorry for. Come on gigantor, let's go get you cleaned up."

Dean helps Sam to his feet and steers him towards the bathroom. He gently pushes him down onto the toilet and grabs a washcloth, running it under warm water. Sam just sits and waits, zoning out for a moment. He had been doing well since his brother found out. This fit is the worst since then and, if he is honest with himself, it scares him. Hell, this whole trial deal scares him. Dean lightly smacks him on the shoulder and Sam looks up, seeing his brother holding out the wet washcloth. Sam takes it from him and begins wiping his face off, looking up when Dean disappears out the door. He can hear him rummaging around his room before appearing back in the bathroom.

"We'll have to do laundry. Most of your clothes are dirty," Dean says, setting the clothes on the sink. Sam nods his head and let's Dean take the washcloth from him. "Get dressed. I'll be out in the hall if you need anything."

With that, Dean steps out into the hall and shuts the door behind him. Sam begins undressing, throwing his bloody clothes into the trash can. He grabs his clean clothes and gets dressed. He feels bad for Dean. They are trying to close the Gates of Hell and here Dean is, getting woken up in the middle of the night taking care of him, worrying about him. This is the reason Sam didn't want Dean to know about him being sick. Dean doesn't deserve this; Sam is thirty-one years old. He shouldn't be depending on his big brother. The truth is though, Sam is scared and having Dean close by taking care of him like he did when they were younger makes him feel safe. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Speaking of said over-protective brother, Sam thinks to himself.

"Sam, you alright in there?" Dean asks through the door.

"Yeah, one minute," Sam answers grabbing the garbage bag and opening the door. Dean checks Sam over quickly, making sure he is truly okay. He must've been satisfied because he grabs the garbage bag from Sam and gives him another gentle shove towards their bedrooms.

"Ya know, this lack of beauty sleep is really catching up to you," Dean says, looking at his brother's back. "You look like crap."

Sam recognizes Dean's jab and attempt at humor for what it is and a small smile appears on his lips. This is one of the things Sam both hates and loves about his brother. He always knows when to make a joke to lighten the mood and make him feel better and relax. On the other hand, it sucks when he is trying to get Dean to talk.

"Well, I have to catch up to you somehow," Sam counters, stopping at his bedroom door and glances back at Dean. Dean smirks, letting his brother win this one. He waits for Sam to go into his room before moving to throw out the garbage bag.

Coming back inside, Dean heads straight for Sam's bedroom. He stops outside the door, watching his brother sleep peacefully. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. He knows everything going on is scaring Sam, even if he doesn't admit it. Hell, it's scaring the crap out of him. Dean pulls himself out of his thoughts when he hears his brother cough. Dean watches Sam intently, but the coughing stops quickly. Dean looks behind him at his room, debating with himself over what to do. Another cough from Sam decides it for him and Dean enters Sam's room. He pulls the chair in the room up to the bed and sits down, putting his feet on the bed. One thing is certain, if Sam has another attack like the last one no way is he going to make Sam crawl back to his room to get him again. He almost didn't make it the last time.

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Dean blinks his eyes open, blinking the blurriness away. He looks around the room, confusion taking over when he realizes it's not his room. It doesn't last for long, though, before everything from the night before comes back to him. His head shoots over to Sam's bed and sees the bed empty. Dean begins to panic. He hears the shower running and he mentally kicks himself for being such a pansy about it. Although, he should get a free pass considering everything that's been happening. He hears the shower shut off and Sam comes out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. He notices Dean is awake as he goes to his dresser and pulls out some clothes.

"Hey," Dean says, realizing that Sam caught his little camp out session in the chair.

"Hey," Sam replies, throwing his clothes on the bed. He had woken up to find Dean passed out in the chair, his feet propped up on his bed. Sam feels a pang of guilt once again at knowing the chair can't be the most comfortable place to sleep. His brother has his own room; he should've been able to sleep in his own bed. Sam mentally curses his sickness and the trials once again.

"Uh…I'm gonna go get breakfast going," Dean says, standing up and exiting Sam's room. Sam sighs. He had hoped Kevin would've found something on the trials by now, but they had no such luck. They are Winchesters. Sam sighs once more and then takes off his towel and begins getting dressed.

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Dean walks into his room and grabs his robe. No way is he going to make breakfast in his boxers. Just as he's about to exit his room to make said breakfast, his phone begins to ring. Dean picks it up and looks at the caller ID. His breath catches in his throat and he looks out the door. Not seeing Sam, he shuts the door and answers the phone.

"Kevin?" Dean asks quietly, trying to quell the hope rising in his chest.

"Dean, I think I found something. Do you want the good news or the bad news first?" Kevin asks over the phone.

"Does it matter?" Dean retorts, not wanting to get his hopes up.

"Depends. First, there's nothing that'll keep Sam from being sick," Kevin replies.

"I thought you said you had good news," Dean says, a scowl on his face.

"I also said I had bad news. Now can I continue?" Kevin says, annoyance in his voice. He takes the silence as his 'okay' to continue. "There's nothing that'll help him but if he finishes the trials…"

"When…" Dean interrupts, his jaw set. "When he finishes that trials."

Kevin sighs. Sometimes he really wondered how anyone was able to divulge any information to the Winchesters.

"Okay, so when Sam finishes the trials, he will be cured," Kevin continues his explanation.

"At least that's something," Dean says, trying not to think about what Crowley will do to him if he does finish the trials.

"Oh, and I found out the third trial," Kevin adds.

"You did? What is it?" Dean asks, giving Kevin all of his attention, his body standing straighter.

"You're not going to like it," Kevin says.

"What is it Kevin?" Dean orders as he glances at his door for any sign of his brother.

"Sam has to kill the King of Hell," Kevin replies.

"Sam has to…?" Dean begins to ask, not sure if he heard him right. "We can't kill Lucifer. We tried that already."

"I don't know Dean. I'm just telling you what I read," Kevin says. Dean sighs in aggravation. "I'll keep looking and see if I can come up with anything."

"Yeah, thanks Kev," Dean says, hanging up the phone. Awesome. In order for Sam to finish these trials he has to kill the one person who can't be killed. Oh, and not to mention the fact he's in the cage. Dean sighs, running a hand through his hair and down his face. There is a knock at the door and Dean looks up as Sam opens it and walks in.

"You all right?" Sam asks, seeing the tension in his brothers' shoulders. He notices Dean's phone is in his hand. Dean contemplates not telling Sam what he learned but knows if he's going to expect Sam not to lie he should be holding himself to the same standard.

"Sammy," Dean says, looking over at his baby brother. "We need to talk."

AN: Please review and let me know what ya'll think!