Well...I decided, but then again...things never go to plan so! This once stand alone three chapters...have now become linked. Ah hah! Can be stand alone or connected ;)

See, I thought of vampires that much, they literally stuck to me! Agh get off my neck!

So, this fic has the angsty/hurt/sickness and next will have the fluff.

Enjoy Spelca baby! Maybe you'll get a few kinks in here x

Warning: Dean curses.

Disclaimer: Yadda yadda ne ye not own I.

The scenery was becoming a sickening blur of colours, making Sam himself feel sick, and it wasn't only because of the bloodloss he was pretty sure of, if the garbled and unco-ordinated thoughts were anything to go by, he had a mild concussion too.

"Sammy, just hold on, we're nearly there."

Sam felt his head dip, a strong spike of pain stabbing in his neck as he shifted and he gasped, feeling strong arms wrap around him again and a soft steady thrum of a heartbeat.

Definitley Dean's.

"Dee..." Sam breathed before a jolt in the road made him jerk and he bit down, seeing nothing but black.

The journey into the motel room, Sam stayed pretty out of it, coming to and seeing double vision of Dean's.

Sam had lost a lot of blood, and Dean was adament he was going to be okay, as long he was there watching him, something he hesitated to admit, he hadn't been doing a lot of lately.

"You kids think you'll be okay?" Bobby asked, one palm checkin on Sam's forehead after he'd changed the dressing on Sam's wound.

"Yeah, he's gonna be sore and tired as hell but, he'll be okay. I'll keep an eye over him." Dean smiled, a quick flash in understanding and a promise to Bobby.

"Yeah, I know you will son." Bobby said. "There's a friend close by, I'm hopping a lift."

Dean waved him off as Bobby exited and drove off in an old Ford.

"Thanks Bobby." Dean whispered as the tail lights dissappeared from view.

Moving back into the room, Dean locked the door and checked the salt, then sat vigil by Sam's bedside.

It was a vamp bite, yeah a pretty viscious one but, Gordon had done that to Dean before and hell, he'd had a damn sore neck for days after and the bruising had bloomed like spring, but he was okay.

Dean began to worry when a few hours later, Sam was starting to shiver, a hot fever taking control of his weakened brother and Dean was rethinking taking him to hospital.

"Sammy..." Dean spoke, shaking Sam's shoulder gently.

"Sam...hey."

Sam's eyes scrunched, even in the low light and his voice finally croaked when he found it, seeking the only name that he ever knew.

"De-an..."

"Hey Sam, how you feeling?"

"H-hot...ah...what happened?"

Dean stilled, Sam, no matter that he had hit his head, he should not be asking that.

"The vampires? Remember? Sam...do you remember that?"

Sam swallowed, and it looked pretty painful. "Yeah...yeah. How'd I get here?"

"Bobby helped bring you in, we gave you a shot for the bite, but you've gotta take some pills okay?...get the swelling down."

Sam's brow creased but he nodded slowly, and when he opened his eyes, there was a glass of water and small chalky white capsules ready.

"Thanks."

Dean made sure Sam finished the water and started packing away the duffles, making sure he had a weapon stashed in at least three places, under the sink, under his pillow and a gun beside Sam's bed.

Turning back to his brother, Dean's eyes widened as he took in Sam's terrified expression.

"Sam?"

Sam fingered a spot on the bed, opening his hand to stare in disbelief.

"Blood." Sam hitched. "Th-there's blood."

Dean rushed to his side, pulling Sam's hands and even checking the bandage on sam's neck, who his little brother was adament was still bleeding.

"Sam, there's no blood. You're okay."

Sam's breathing became troubled and he reached for his neck again, Dean grabbed him by the wrist and stopped the movement.

"Hey, Sammy...you're okay." Dean looked earnestly in Sam's scared eyes. "It's okay." He whispered, barely unheard.

"I can't lose anymore blood Dean...I can't leave you."

Dean frowned. "Sam, what are you talking about?" He watched him worriedly.

"Dean...I'm...I...-nuh!" Sam grunted, his head dipping under Dean's chin as he gasped and as Dean glanced down, he noticed a spot of blood drop onto the sheets.

"Shit! Sammy!"

Cupping Sam's face in his hands Dean looked up and saw horrified that Sam's nose started dripping a thick ruby red.

"Hey, Sammy...Sam!"

His little brothers eyes fluttered and with one last gasp, slid shut as he fell forward limply into Dean.

"SAM!"

His brother was running a fever, it was steadily getting higher, and he was dreaming- nightmares or seeing something because his eyes were racing behind their lids and his chest heaved every so often, as if he was running or scared.

Bobby didn't have a theory, and Dean was sure this wasn't a medical problem, like Bobby said.

"Something supernatural bit him Dean, something supernatural is causing this. Damn It makes me want to kill those four bastards all over again."

Dean swallowed, his eyes squeezed shut. "But what, it's like a friggin curse or...wait, you said four? as in a nest of four?"

"Yeah, Damned idiots they were, any old fool could've taken em...are you okay son?"

"Bobby, there was five, there was five in the nest...I've gotta find him, it's gotta be it! That thing's doing this to Sam!"

Dean hung up, a burning anger at the only thing responsible, yeah he'd been pretty wreckless lately, but this was a time when he didn't need to hold back.

Making his way to Sam's side, Dean carefully checked Sam's temperature and noticed the bandage on Sam's neck was stained red.

"Shit Sammy, we're gonna get this sucking freak, and he's gonna pay-" Dean grunted as he lifted his brother, Sam's head lolling into his elbow. "And he's gonna be sorry his nest ever touched you."

Back at the cabin was the only place Dean could think of, the only place they'd got any part of Sam, the only place this could all be fixed and if it ended in a beheading, well, that was a bonus.

Dean tucked his brother in, still pretty out of it into the passenger side and loaded his guns, sharpened his knives as he started the engine and took them back to where this all started.

He'd made sure Sam was safe, left a gun by his hands and taken off into the cabin, he knew he should have burnt it down the first time round and as he passed the creaking floorboards and decapitcated corpses, he started at the top of the basement steps, seeing a figure in the shadows of the corner of the room.

"Thought it would be quick enough for you to find me, how's Sammy doing Dean? He started hallucinating yet?"

Anger flared in Dean's veins. "You're going to put Sam right, now...or you die."

The figure laughed and when it stood, broad shoulders at the same height as Dean, blonde hair and dark hued eyes gave Dean a chill down his spine.

"Oh, you'll try, no doubt. But it's going to take a lot more manpower to get me, and besides...you kill me, Sammy's still got that curse..."

Dean ground his teeth together. "What did you do?"

The vampire smiled, circling Dean until he stood at the base of the steps.

"Just a little witching spell I knew, after all you don't get to see three hundred years of witchcraft and not learn a thing or two...Sam should be feeling a whole lot of pain right now." It laughed.

"You son...of a bitch!" Dean leapt forward, swinging the machete with ease but the vampire seemed to dodge it swiftly and ended up behind Dean, catching him with a punch to the side of his head and Dean tripped.

"Gonna have to be faster than that Dean."

"Yeah, well you hope you can keep your head, cos I'm about to be holding it."

Dean jumped again, the blade knocked from his hand so he resorted to what he knew best, hand to hand combat taught to him from the very best and Dean took solace in the crunch he heard when he caught the creatures face in his fist.

"Take it off my brother, and you just might live."

The vampire grinned, blood dripping down its face. "No." He breathed and moved in for attack again, clipping Dean across the jaw and jerking when a gunshot sounded and the vampire hissed.

Dean stared wide eyed at his swaying brother, blood in rivulets from his neck wound and his skin pale, with rosy cheeks from the fever.

"Don' touch m'brother." Sam muttered, lowering the gun.

The vampire held tight to its shoulder, scowling at Sam where Dean was watching with a growing smile on his face.

Sam's eyes suddenly grew wide. "DEAN!"

Dean was flung, hitting the far wall with a cry and as Sam backed up, gun still firing at the things chest, it only smiled and released its fangs in a gory display.

Sam's gun was knocked from his hand as he was forcefully pushed back into the wall, both wrists held high and pressed tight to the wall as the vampire crushed Sam's bones together.

"NNnnnngghhhhh! AH!"

"Mm Sammy...you know you smell just good enough to eat, how about I take another peice?"

"No!" Sam grunted as the gauze was pulled free and one wrist released.

The vampires jaw widened as he took to bite and Sam tried in vain to push him away with a weakening hold.

"I don't think so Blondie."

The machete made a soft swish sound in the air and stuck out, jutting into the vampires shoulder.

Wide eyes stared at Sam as he was propelled back and the neck tipped, completley severing and then fell, blood making a dark pool around the body.

Sam locked eyes with his brother. "Thanks." Sam whispered, his eyes drifting as he swayed and Dean rushed to catch him.

"How about we get you patched up for good? Burn this damn reject down."

Sam sagged into Dean's arms.

"Definitley." he said breathless, wincing as he moved with his brother back through the house.

OOHHH! well...it might be a continuation next- containing the final part of the fluff :)

I hope you enjoyed!