Awareness crept slowly back. Pain radiated through his body, but Dean was not able to locate the source, name the exact spot this feeling was coming from. He tried to breath through the worst waves, before he heard the soothing hum of his baby's powerful engine. Then he felt the movement, associated with the sound of the motor. But unfortunately this very movement made his stomach turn. Nausea rose and Dean heard himself moan. He had to tell his brother to stop the car. Now. Dean managed to open his eyes and get up enough to get a glance at Sam driving the impala. Their eyes met and Dean noticed the deep lines of worry on his kid brothers face. Damn, he was going to frighten him even more. But right now there was nothing Dean could do about it. "I don't feel so good, Sammy..." His voice sounded so weak, Dean himself felt worry rise - unfortunately not only worry. His eyes were wide open in panic as he clenched his moth shut with both hands. Hopefully Sam would get the idea... Otherwise Dean would have to kick both of their asses seriously. Sam's for not stopping in time and his self for... Dean did not want to follow this very thought any further and fasten the inevitable even more. Suddenly his door was opened so forcefully he was afraid, it would be ripped off. Strong arms pulled him out, as the first wave hit him and the vomiting started.
Deans stomach hurt - oh, it hurt like hell. And he still felt sick to the bone but there was nothing left inside. That he knew for sure after the third round of dry heaving. Unfortunately his gag reflex did not know. He felt Sam's comforting hands, heard his calming voice and knew his brother must be scared shitless. They were nowhere even remotely near a doctor, he had just passed out, had tears in his eyes because of the sheer amount of pain he was in, had developed a steadily rising fever and was now trying to puke his stomach out - judging by the looks of the mess on the ground that was not only meant metaphorically - and he was thinking in Sam-speak. Something was seriously wrong.
Dean did not know how much time had passed. The next time he opened his eyes, Sam was sitting on the backseat, holding him tightly to his chest and was talking in a low voice. Dean's stomach was a bit more settled but the pain still was not gone. He heard himself groan when he tried to blink. It was still night with no lights outside except the moon. Sam was speaking to someone on the phone, but the words made no sense. Dean's thoughts were covered with haze and the pain did not make thinking exactly easy itself. Again thousands of knives were driven into his belly - from the inside and the outside likewise - and Dean groaned in pain. He heard Sam making soothing sounds, but he could not tell if it really were only sounds or words he did not get. Slowly the pain was ceasing enough for Dean to become a bit more coherent. Sam was obviously talking to someone on the phone - and trembling. Had Dean really scared his brother that much? He felt hot and cold at the same time and raised his hand in an attempt to wipe the layer of sweat that had gathered on his forehead away, before it could make its way down to his eyes. But somehow he was not fully in control of his own body anymore. Not Sam was shivering but himself. Dean felt a cool hand on his cheek. His brother was looking at him in this questioning way that was never good if you did not even hear the question much less know the proper answer. But Sam showed pity - more likely Dean was displaying such level of misery, but he was determined to disbelieve that. "Dean, we are going to the next hospital. But it will take some time. Just... Stay with me, dude. Ok? We are going to make it, you will be fine in no time. Ok, Dean?"
Finally Sam got someone on the phone who could help. The next hospital was miles away, but if they would send an ambulance they could meet half way. But only seconds passed before the other person crushed all of Sam's hopes. They were far off the hospital's domain. He wanted to kill someone. Preferably the guy on the phone. This was a freaking emergency! This was what ambulances and doctors where for! But Dean stirred suddenly and so he swallowed all his anger down. Sam had to stay calm and focused for Dean. He told the uncooperative dick to wait just at the border of their domain, because he was so planning to make it in time. Letting Dean die was simply not an option. He ended the call and watched as his brother made a weak attempt at lifting his arm. Whatever Dean wanted to accomplish, he did not succeed. The trembling grew in force and Sam was afraid, his brother was going to have a seizure. He laid his hand on one way too hot cheek and said: "Dean? We are going to the hospital, ok?" He was met with glassy eyes and a confused expression on his brother's face. Suddenly Sam was no longer sure his brother had enough time left for him to drive nearly 2 hours through this wasteland. He knew his voice was trembling and he sounded awfully close to real panic as he babbled: "Dean, we are going to the next hospital. But it will take some time. Just... Stay with me, dude. Ok? We are going to make it, you will be fine in no time. Ok, Dean?" Sam was not exactly sure if it only was wishful thinking but Dean seamed to nod in agreement before closing his eyes while another series of tremors run through his body.
Sam was so tired. he felt the exhaustion creep up his bones and slowly engulf his whole body. His eyes were burning and he had to blink a few times to bring the dark and empty road back into focus. But he did not slow down. He could not slow down. They had to reach the rendezvous point as soon as possible so Dean could be brought to the hospital at last. Sam failed to stifle a yawn. When he closed his mouth again, he felt strange. No, not he felt strange, something about the impala felt strange... It took Sam a few seconds before he saw the dark cloud of black smoke nearly invisible in the gloomy night that was steadily coming out of the hood. He was still not sure if he should try to get as far as the car would take them or stop immediately, as the impala made the decision for him and became notably slower. Only a few meters further the car came to a halt. They still had more than an hour to drive before meeting with the ambulance. But the engine was dead. For the first time the impala had let them down.