-1Sam was crouching next to a sleeping Dean, phone held up to his ear. Sam's worried face watched Dean, he already tried to wake him up, though failed. Finally someone picked up the phone.

"Hello?" The voice said.

"Hello Bobby, uh Dad said to call you if something bad happened" Sam said, placing a small hand on Dean's shoulder. Sam seemed to be shaking though it wasn't from the cold.

"What is it Sammy?" Bobby's voice was anxious.

"It's Dean, please come over. He doesn't look to well, and he won't wake up" Sam said, his bottom lip began to tremble.

"Hold on Sam, I'll be right there, have you tried to call John?" Bobby asked, he sounded rather rushed.

"Yes, I tried Bobby. He's not answering though." Sam replied, Dean moaned softly. "I think Dean's really sick"

"Where are you anyway, your home I hope"

"Yeah, we're in the bathroom, it's where I found Dean. Is he going to be alright?" Sam worried voice asked

"I sure hope so, just try to be careful, if he's sick I don't want him to be moving around too much. I'll be there in around half an hour." The phone clicked as Bobby hanged up the phone. Sam gently put down the phone, Sam gave Dean's shoulder a gently nudge. Praying he would wake up.

"Dean, please wake up. Please, dad's gonna get really worried when he see's you like this please." Sam had never in his life seen Dean so sick, it scared Sam. Dean was the strong one, the one who never got hurt. Sam hopped up and grabbed a towel from the rack and used it as a pillow for Dean. He lifted Dean's head and placed the towel down, and lowered Dean's head back down slowly on the towel. The towel was really fluffy, Sam forced his dad to buy it cause it felt nice. Sam sat next to Dean's head, he quickly grabbed the phone in case Bobby or John tried to call. He tried a few more times to wake Dean but they all seemed pointless.

Half an hour passed, when Sam heard a forceful knock on the door. Sam left Dean's side, promising silently that he'd be back soon. He hastily made he's way downstairs, he was careful and peeked through the window before he flung opened the door.

"Bobby!" Sam cried, hugging him tight.

"Hey Sam, come on. Did Dean wake up?" Bobby looked Sam in the eyes. Sam shook his head. Bobby hastily made his way to the bathroom, where he saw Dean. He was unconscious, pale, and sweat was running down his face. Bobby crouched down and picked Dean up, he carried Dean to the couch that was down stairs in the living room.

"Sam, did your dad say what he was hunting?" Bobby asked Sam as he went to get a quilt from the cupboard.

"No he might've told Dean though, he never tells me these things. Says I'm too young." Bobby, pulled the quilt over Dean, who was slightly shaking. Bobby reach into his left pocket and pulled out his own mobile phone. After dialling the number he silently held the phone to his ear. He waited as the phone rang once, twice, three, four, five on the six he hanged up. Bobby looked at Dean, he knew he should take him to the hospital, but John might actually kill him if he did so. Something about interrupting, Bobby looked down at little Sam, who was sitting on the edge of the couch next to Dean. It was a cute scene though it would've been more cuter if Dean was okay, if he was just asleep and not sick. Bobby scoffed, he was angry at John, his son's both needed him. Bobby pulled out his phone once again and dialled the same number as before. He waited again, silently anger pouring through his veins.

You better pick up John Winchester, your children need you. And almost like John heard his plea for him to pick up.

"Bobby, I'm a bit busy at the moment can I call back later?" John asked trying to get off the phone quickly.

"John, it's Dean he's sick, like really sick. You better come quick, Forget what your doing there and come now! If you don't I would hate to think what would happen to Dean" Bobby said promptly hanging up.

"Was that Dad?" Sam asked his gaze had changed to look at Bobby.

"Yeah" Bobby simply answered.

"Is he coming home?" Sam asked.

"He better" Was all Bobby said, looking at Dean who was moaning in his sleep. He tossed around a bit, almost trying to wake himself up, But to no avail.

Note: Hope people are liking this, I kinda feel sorry for Dean being so sick. If anyone has any idea's for this story, please tell, and I'll try to find a way to put them in. School's back on so for now it might be a while to update.