Chapter 2

The knock at the door made Sam jump. He had fallen asleep on his bed. He stole a look at Dean then went to answer the door. He let Bobby in without a word.

Bobby immediately went to Dean's side. He sat down on the edge and spoke to the elder Winchester.

Dean opened his eyes. He recognized Bobby. "I can't find him. Where's Sam, Bobby? Where is he?" Dean then slipped back into his oblivion.

Bobby looked at Sam. He could understand the young Winchester's concern.

Sam shook his head. "I don't get it. I've tried to keep his temperature down. His wounds look clean. I just…."

"There's got to be internal damage then." Bobby concluded as he stood up from the bed. "A concussion would explain the delirium too. But his…his thermostat is…off, damaged. That could be another cause for the delirium." He looked at Sam. "We need ice, and lots of it. We need to get Dean's temperature down."

"Ice? Bobby, what the…?"

"We need to get his core temperature down. If that goes down his fever will break and he'll come out of this…I hope." Bobby replied.

Sam nodded. Bobby's idea was the only thing that they had going. Sam ran to the ice machine outside the door of the motel office. He filled the ice bucket and went back to the room. The attendant come out and asked Sam what he was doing after his fourth trip.

"Hey, what do you need all that ice for? That's the fourth trip you've made." The attendant asked as Sam hurried back down the sidewalk to his room.

Sam turned quickly and said the first thing that came to mind. "We're making bathtub gin." He turned his head and grimaced. He was not at all happy with the sanitation of their room. And Sam had no idea how to make gin, the bathtub variety or any other.

"You are a braver man than I." The attendant said shaking his head.

Sam mumbled a response and hurried back down the sidewalk to his room. He slipped back in, ice bucket in hand, as Bobby changed the washrag on Dean's forehead.

"Don't know how much more I can get. The attendant is asking questions." Sam said, dumping the ice onto the bed on top of the tarp that was under Dean and under the sheets protecting the mattress.

"What did you tell him?"

"I'm making bathtub gin." Sam replied.

Bobby made a face. "Not in that tub."

Sam stood and looked at Bobby, as if awaiting his instruction.

Bobby shook his head. "It's just a waiting game now, Son. Get comfortable. Dean may be out for a while yet."

A few hours later Dean's eyes flew open. He tried to sit up in bed. But the pain in his chest stopped him. He couldn't understand why he was so cold. He was freezing. It was only then that the elder Winchester noticed the ice.

"What the hell, Sa…?" Dean started. "Bobby?"

Dean had told Sam he couldn't go to Bobby's he would never make it. Then he realized he was in a cheap motel room when he took in his surroundings. Dean could hardly speak, he was shaking so much. He wrapped his arms around his chest.

"Why am I sitting in ice?" Dean asked.

Sam and Bobby both grabbed ice buckets and started sweeping the ice in. They then took the buckets into the bathroom and dumped the ice into the tub. Sam brought back some towels for Dean to dry off with as he continued to remove the ice.

"We had to get your temperature down. And we had to do it fast." Bobby explained as they finished getting the ice out of the bed.

"Turning me into a Popsicle was going to accomplish that?" Dean asked. Now that the ice was gone, he was finally beginning to warm up.

"What are you doing here, Bobby?" Dean asked as he sat up slowly on the side of the bed.

"Good to see you too, Son." Bobby said.

Dean shook his head. "Sam had wanted to take me to your place. I couldn't handle the ride." He looked at the young Winchester. "He would have been fine, taking care of me."

"Sam called and I came, Dean." Bobby explained.

"So far…." Dean mumbled.

"We're family, you igit, and it ain't like I have that much going on." Bobby snapped.

Dean grinned. "Thanks, Bobby."

"There now, was that so hard?" Booby said.

Dean shook his head. He sighed. His chest was hurting way too much. He laid back down on the bed. He grimaced as he tried to get comfortable. Dean watched Sam and Bobby for a little bit and he wasn't seeing what he expected to see.

"Well…where is it?" Dean asked.

"Where's what?" Bobby asked.

"What are you talking about?" Sam questioned Dean.

"You said you were making gin." Dean said more to Bobby than to Sam. "I didn't even know you knew how."

Sam and Bobby just looked at each other and started laughing.

THE END

FYI: According to my research, bathtub gin is not made in a bathtub. It is basically a term used for any type alcohol that was homemade during Prohibition. Though some people did use large metal tubs in their process. I guess Sam could have had his gin 'on the rocks' though. At any rate, I hope you enjoyed the story. JL