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Chapter Two

Dean was trying to think of anything else he could do, but it was impossible. He wasn't old enough and his father had all the fake IDs and credit cards. All he had was a miserable expired ID card. He had been trying to call his dad for over a week now, ever since Sam got sick, but to no avail. So here he was yet again leaving a discrete message on his father's cell phone.

"Dad, we need you here. We're out of money and food. Sammy, Sammy is so sick and I don't know what's wrong with him, and I am trying to keep faith in you, but if he gets any worse I'm going to have to take him to the hospital, god only knows what will happen if I do that. That's not even the worst of it, if you don't get back soon and pay the rent the land lord will put Sam and I on the streets, we already have an eviction notice on the door." Dean was pleading now, "Dad, please you got to come home soon. If you don't I don't know where we'll end up…Just call us dad." Dean finished trying to hold back tears of frustration.

"Dean? Dean?" Sam sounded so frail and hurt; a week in bed does that to you.

"I'm coming Sammy." Dean yelled down the hallway as he fixed Sam a glass of water and a couple of children's aspirin.

"Okay Sammy, what do you need?" It seemed like a stupid question once Dean walked in their bedroom. Sam was lying in the same spot he'd been in all week with a hefty amount of the most unhealthy, discolored vomit he had ever seen covering him and his sheets. "Never mind, I need to get you cleaned up. You ready Sammy?" Sam didn't even argue about his nickname, he just nodded as Dean removed Sam's sheets and carried him to the bathroom.

Dean carefully removed Sam's pajamas and slipped him into the bathtub, and started running warm water. "I'll be right back Sam. I'm just taking the sheets off your bed and putting them in the washer. Make sure you get your belly button; you know how you collect lint." Dean joked as he left Sam and closed the door.

He couldn't believe how sick Sam had gotten. It just started out with what seem to be the flu and was now escalating out of control. In the mornings Sam could barely even stand without Dean supporting him. Dean had to help Sam and he knew what he had to do.

"Sam, I'm finished in our room. Do you need any help in there?" Dean asked as he looked at his brother's slow lethargic movements.

"No, I can make it on my own." Sam said quietly.

Dean hated seeing his brother so helpless, and that scared him. Usually Sam was defiant and smart-alecky. "Hey Sam, do you wanna wear your ninja turtle pajamas or your Smurf pajamas? Dean tried to joke, but it didn't lighten Sam's mood at all and that made him feel ten times worse. "Okay so I'll take that silence as an "I don't care"…Smurfs it is." Dean said as he threw his brother the pajamas and helped Sam get dressed and settled into his bed. At least into Sam's sheets were clean.

"Sam, I have to…work. Are you going to be okay tonight without me?" Sam nodded. "Okay, then I'll leave you a trashcan and some water. If you even feel sick try to roll over and puke in there Sicky." Dean teased, "And if you puke all over my bed I will wail on you. Sick or not, you got that bitch?"

"Jerk" Sam said as he tried to smile for his brother.

"I salted the doors and windows. So just rest Sam, you look like hell. I'll be back soon."

This was only Dean's second night. He didn't make any money the first night, because a cop caught him wandering the streets and told him to go home, but he had a good feeling about tonight. It seemed his intuition was right, because after about an hour of waiting on the street corner an old Mercedes-Benz pulled up.

"Hey kid, how much you selling for?" The man in the car asked. Dean looked at him for a minute. This guy was rich, he had to be corporate or something.

"How much you got?" Dean asked as he walked closer to the car, she was a classic. Dean couldn't help but appreciate that.

"Two hundred good." The guy asked pulling out a wad of rolled up twenties to show Dean.

"Sure, that's enough for an hour of business. Your time starts now."

"Hop in. Cops are swarming the neighborhood tonight." The john said as he opened the door. "There's a hotel a couple blocks down." He said and he pulled away from the corner.

"I got some questions for you." Dean demanded. The john just nodded so Dean proceeded, "Got any diseases?"

"No"

"Why are you out here looking for a working boy anyway?" Dean asked just trying to make conversation.

"I haven't come out of the closest yet, and in my line of work I'm not sure I would have a job if I said anything."

"Okaaay." Way too much information. I feel a little uncomfortable now. Dean thought as he looked down at his watch. "You got forty five minutes."

Dean got home at about three in the morning. He had made a killing, beside that fact that he sleep with a gay man, he was happy; He had made almost five hundred dollars. He couldn't wait to tell Sam they could eat and pay at least enough rent to stay a few more weeks.

"Sammy, I'm home." Dean waited for an answer before he called out again. He's is probably just asleep. I shouldn't disturb him; he barely gets enough sleep as it is. I'll just sleep on the couch. Dean thought to himself and he sat on the couch and listened to late night television.

"You ready kid, because I'm not going to be gentle." Dean nodded as the older man touched his naked shoulders with his cold fingers and forced himself inside Dean.

Dean could have sworn that he was being torn apart. God, it hurt, but he had to do this for Sammy. That was all he had to concentrate on to get through this night.

The older man behind Dean started pumping harder and harder as he moved his hands all over Dean's body. He was screaming like a madman as he went deeper. Dean was fighting back tears of pain as the older man ripped through him. 'Winchester's don't cry' Dean thought to himself.

It felt like forever and a day before the john finally pulled himself out of Dean with a pop that would haunt Dean for the rest of his life. "Time's up kid. Get out." Dean wasted no time as he gathered his clothes and got dressed. Before heading out the door he could have sworn he heard the john say that Dean was a waste of the money he paid for him. "Whatever perve!" Dean sneered as he slammed the door.

Dean didn't even realize he fell asleep until his face connected with the dusty shag carpet. "Well, life officially sucks!" Dean stated as he looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He had bruises all over his chest and back, not to mention the fact that his backside was so sore he could barely sit down. "At least we can eat a good meal." Dean said as he dry swallowed a pain killer and went to his and Sammy's room.

"Sammy, wake up! I got some good news." Dean gloated as he shook his brother gently.

"Mmwhat…De..." Sam slurred lethargically.

"We can buy food Sammy!" Dean stated, "Now getup so we can go shopping."

"You are such …a girl" Sam breathed as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.

"Whatever dude. Now get up." Dean said dragging his brother's legs over the side of the bed, urging him to stand up.

"Dean, I can barely walk. How am I gonna shop with you. Are you gonna carry me around the store?" Sam asked as Dean lifted him up in his arms and carried him the bathroom like he'd done every day for the past week.

"Hell no, I'll get you one of those granny super wheelchairs with the little basket. Besides you're way to sick to leave home alone."

"You left me alone last night when you went to work." Sam countered.

"That was different. I couldn't take you to work, job policy."

"Where do you work anyway?" Sam asked curious about what kind of job pays daily.

"Stop asking so many questions Sam….You think you can dress yourself or do you need help?" Sam waved Dean off nonchalantly, "Fine, I'm going to call Dad. Be ready by the time I get back."

Dean picked his cell phone off the dresser and walked out the room, dialing his father's number as he walked down the hallway. The phone rang, and rang, and rang, but all he got was his father's voice mail, just like he had ever since he left over a month ago. "Dad when are you going to answer the damn phone. We need you here. Sam is sick, really sick, and bed rest and fluids ain't helping. I'm doing everything I can dad, I even got a…" Dean hesitated a little, "… a job, but I can't handle this job and Sam dad, and it's just too much." Dean was on the verge of tears after his confession, but he wiped them away. He couldn't let Sam see him cry.

"Sammy, come on. I'm not carrying your ass down these stairs." Dean yelled back to his younger brother.

"It's Sam, and I'm coming as fast as I can. You know the whole being so sick I can barely hold myself upright, vomiting, pain, and constant migraine thing really put a damper on simple things, like I don't know … walking." Sam joked

"Well hurry up. The faster we get there, the faster I can get you some medicine and food, unless you want rice again tonight." That last sentence seemed to put a little pep in Sam's step as he came down the stairs, gasping like he just ran a marathon. "Took long enough, let's go."

"Hey Sam, wheat bread or white," Asked Dean as he held up the two bags off bread. Sam pointed to the wheat. He was trying to get out of here as quick as possible, before anyone from school saw him in the 'granny super wheelchair' Dean made him ride in. "You want ham or turkey, grandma?"

"Dean please! I'm not in the mood for your less than comical jokes right now." Sam snarled fed up with Dean's antics.

"Okay Sam, how about you go look at the medicine? I'll meet you over there." Dean said as he finally realized how pissed off Sam was.

"Fine, but I'm walking. I'd rather be pitied than laughed at." Sam said as he climbed out of the chair and began his slow journey to aisle twelve, medicine.

Okay, I got the steaks, bread, eggs, turkey, ham, orange juice, lucky charms, milk, apples, oranges, ramen, little Debbie snakes, kool-aid…yep all the essentials. CRASH!!!! Ohh, glass jars that is gonna be a pain to clean up. Dean thought to himself.

"Help, I need help. Someone call an ambulance."

As soon as that plea hit Dean's ears he abandoned his shopping cart and ran with all his might. Please don't be Sammy. Please don't be Sammy. Dean saw a shaggy mop of chestnut hair first, "Oh god it's Sam. That's my brother." Dean yelled as he fell by his brother pushing a middle age woman out of the way.

"Sam? Sammy? Can you hear me baby?" Dean whispered into Sam's ear as he gently moved Sam's hair out of his eyes. "What happened?" Dean snapped.

"He was just walking and he collapsed into the display." Dean looked around at the scatter jars, applesauce. "We called an ambulance already. They will be here sooner than you think." The woman said trying to comfort Dean.

Dean tried to smile at the woman for her kindness. He trusted her for some reason. "Can you watch him for a second need to call my dad?" She nodded and quickly took over Dean's spot.

"Dad you really have to come home now. Sammy had an accident today, and I don't want to do this alone. Dad, they could take us away or worse Sam could be seriously ill. We need you…You may feel like it's your job to hunt Dad, but you should always put it above me and Sammy. Just stop putting us second place." Dean hung up the phone when he realized the EMTs were checking out Sam.

"Is he okay?" Dean asked running up to the EMT checking Sam's vitals.

"His BP and breathing are pretty fast, and his pupils are sluggish." Was the answer he got before the EMT turned to his partner and told her it is time to head out.

"I'm his brother. I'm riding." Dean demanded as he ran after the EMTs.

"There isn't enough room kid. Can you follow us?" Dean wanted to argue and throw a tantrum, but he just nodded as the EMTs closed the ambulance.

"I can wait with you at the hospital if you want me too. I really want to know if he is okay." It was the woman from before.

"Thank you Miss…." Dean drifted off realizing he didn't even get her name.

"Yvonne, My name is Yvonne." She said quickly. "We should go now, the ambulance is leaving. You got a ride?" Dean nodded as he climbed into his Impala and sped out the parking lot, Yvonne closely following.

End of Chapter 1

A/N: Hope ya'll enjoyed please review. Is it to detailed or not enough? Just tell me something