So, I'm in the middle of a major writer's block write now on my stories, but I guess that didn't stop me from thinking of this one. I hope you enjoy.

Summary-This is what could have happened in 'Something Wicked.' Dean shot the striga but it got away, but not before it stole enough of Sam's life force to keep him down for the count. Now Dean must think of another plan, and fast because Sam isn't doing well. John is present.

Disclaimer- I do not own any characters with-in this fic. I do however own the plot.

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The Striga Attacks

Sam was thrown into the wall by the powerful Striga. His gun thrown from his grasps. He fell to the bed with a thump, giving the Striga enough time to make its attack. He was on top of Sam, forcing his mouth open. Sam's eyes met his and then a white mist was seen flowing from Sam's mouth, his face graying in shade.

'Boom' 'Boom' 'Boom'

Dean fired his shot gun at the Striga feeding off his little brother. The Striga was hit by the first iron rod bullet, but was able to dodge the next two. With unnatural speed he raced to the window, jumping out of it, just like he had down before, the last time he had fed off Sam. Dean followed the Striga blasting several more bullets at the Striga. All in vain, seeing as the Striga had made its escape.

"Shit!"

"Uh…De-Dean?" Michael's voice was scared and nervous.

"You can come out Michael."

The young boy climbed out from under the bed, and stood up. He looked around, and noticed Sam was on his little brother's bed, unmoving. He looked like his brother had, only the day before.

"D-Dean?"

Dean was still looking out the window, oblivious that his brother was unconscious and ill.

"God Dammit. Stupid Striga got away. That moth-"

"DEAN!" yelled Michael, trying to get the older brother to see Sam.

"What Micha…." Dean's sentence left off, as he turned around only to see Michael standing still looking at the bed of his little brother. Dean thought that kid was going into shock or something.

"Michael, what's wrong?" Dean tried again to break Michael's trance, once again oblivious to Sam's prone figure.

"D-Dean…."

Dean was a little worried now, so stepped a little a closer to the young boy. He put his hand on his shoulder. Still Michael stood staring at the same spot he had for a while. Dean looked up at the spot, his heart dropping immediately. Time seemed to stop as he looked at his little brother's unmoving, figure. His skin gray, with dark circles under his eyes. His breathe coming out wheezy and in small gasps.

"Sammy!" Dean ran to his brother, and like his father had down so many years ago he lifted the boy up and shook him. The only difference was that Sam did not wake. Did not respond at all, simply flailed in his big brother's arm.

"Sam, don't you do this, wake up NOW! …SAMMY!"

Dean's panic only grew when yet again he received no response.

"Shit, Shit, Shit!"

Dean sat there holding his little brother, unconsciously rocking back and forth.

"Is...Is he okay?" Michael's tentative voice said.

Dean looked back up at Michael, "No, hold on I have to think…come on Dean think."

After a minute Dean got up, putting one arm under Sam's knees and another around his back, he lifted his brother, with some difficulty considering his brother had about 6 inches on him.

Dean started walking, "Come on Michael, we're going to the hospital. I'll drop you off with your mom and brother. Tell her something, anything but the truth."

Michael nodded and followed Dean, going ahead of him to open the passenger door of the impala. Dean put Sam in the car with a grunt. He ran around the car and into the driver's seat, "you ready?"

"Y-yeah."

Dean nodded and sped off towards the hospital, all the while cursing himself about not keeping Sam safe.

When they got to the hospital 15 minutes later, Dean again lifted Sam's prone body. With Michael in tow, he entered to hospital.

He briskly walked to the desk, not wanting to draw attraction to himself and more than it would be already.

"ma'am. I could really use some help."

The nurse looked up, with a smile. She was beautiful. With hair soft and flowing, coming to just above her shoulder. He eyes were dancing with life and her smile warm and caring.

"Yes sir... oh my what happened?" The nurse whose name tag read, Brittany ran around the desk to where Dean was standing with Sam in his arms.

"I don't know, he won't wake up."

Brittany nodded, turning towards an orderly, "get me a stretcher, NOW!"

Soon a stretcher was at Dean's side and he carefully lowered Sam down, only to have him rushed away. He went to follow but Brittany stopped him.

With a sympathetic smile she said, "sorry sir, but I need you to fill some forms out, then I'll take you to the waiting room."

Dean nodded, "okay, can I have them? I'll do them while I bring Michael to his mother on pediatrics."

Brittany turned her gaze to Michael, "yes, of course, one moment."

She returned with a clipboard, forms and a pen.

"Here you go, just return them to me when you're done." She smiled sweetly, though her mind was thinking of the younger man just wheeled away. He was handsome, even in his horrible state. She snapped herself from her thoughts, to see the older man walk away, with the young boy in tow. She smiled sadly and went back to her spot at the desk.

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Dean sat near Sam's hospital bed, watching the uneven rise and fall of his brother's chest. The doctors declared it pneumonia, though he already knew the real reason.

Dean dropped his head in guilt, "god Sammy, I'm so sorry." He whispered.

After a while he got up telling an unconscious Sam he'd be right back. He got into the hallway and dialed his father's phone, telling him how bad he screwed up and that Sam was pretty bad off.

"hey this is John Winchester, leave a message."

After the beep he took a breath, "Hey dad, it's a me Dean. Look I um…I screwed up big time bad. The god damn striga got away, but he got Sammy. God Sam's so sick. I can't find the god damn striga either. I…I don't know what to do dad. So, yeah, give me a call I guess."

He snapped the phone shut, leaning against the wall his head down, he walked back to the room, when he was about to opened the door, and a wailing stopped him in his tracks. The wailing was the sound of Sam's heart monitor telling Dean that his baby brother's heart had stopped.

TBC…I'm evil, I love to torture people with cliffy's, but I hate them myself...lol, anyway I'll update tomorrow, promise so you won't wait too long…review please, and it might help save Sammy.