Recap~~

"De-Dean..." Sam's glazed eyes rolled back into his head.

"SAMMY?" Dean caught Sam but when both of their wieght hit his feet his knee's almost buckled... almost.

Deans too good for that.

'Sammy, damnit sammy why didn't you tell me we could have avoided this we could have prevented all the pain'

'This is all freaking Dad's fault, If he hadn't left for the stupid hunt! IF he had just stayed then maybe Sam wouldn't have gotton this sick! BUT I DON'T NEED

HIM. I'll take care of Sam all on my own I don't need...

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After Dean had set abd maid sure Sam was comfortable he started to pace around the room.

"I don't need him, I don't need his help. He was never there for us, Me or Sam. We've taken care of ourselve over the years........."

He looked over at sam, his face had lost all color. His cheeks a slap-red. Dark grooves under his eyes.

Dean's heart broke. 'Sammy'

"Please! please tell me I didn't throw away that thermometer..." After searching through there bags Dean found it.

"Sammy I need you t' open your mouth for me." Sam's reaction was slow to respond.

"Don't bite on it Sammy" Dean stood by, biting his nails waiting for the beep that would ensure his brothers fate.

-Beep Beep-

Dean took the thermometer and gripped it tight. The numbers starring back at him put him into a frenzy.

"De-Dean what does it say.." Sam asked.

Dean hadn't even noticed he was awake. God what was wrong with him He's got to be alert. "It's no big Deal, Sam. You'll be fine... I promis."

Dean ran to the bathroom wet a wash cloth and brought it back to sam, placing it on his forward. Sam sighed. He seemed to relax, falling back asleep.

Dean just stared at his cell on the table in the corner. Should call his father.. No. But shouldn't he call someone, Bobby, Caleb, maybe even Pastor Jim.

No. Not yet. Its not so bad, He could take care of it. It was his Sammy no one could take him, not a hospital not there Father. Not even god. NO.. no one.

No one... Sam was all he could count on nowadays. He needed him. Please, don't take him...

'I promis Sammy, nothing will happen to you. Not now not ever.' Dean gripped the thermometer, a lone tear fell. It read 104.7 ...

"I Promis..."

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I don't know if 104.7 is too high or not high enough. But If not them imagin' a temp. sutible for your liking. Yea i kno there not very long...

I'M WORKING ON IT HOKAY~!!!