Author's Note: Thanks for everyone who has been reading this. Here's chapter two. Maybe some of your questions will be answered. Who knows :]

Only way to find out is to read :]

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It all unfolded at two-thirty in the morning that next day. I should have seen it coming. But, I didn't. I wish I would have. Then Sam would be okay. Then Sam wouldn't be in the state he was right now.

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It was only eight when Sam went to bed. We usually stated up late and watched the cartoons that were on late at night. Not tonight. He decided to go to bed earlier than usual. Like a lot earlier. I wouldn't have had a second thought about it if Sam had been acting normal. However, since he was acting stranger and looked paler than usual, I thought something was wrong. At that point, I wish that I would have pressured Sam to tell me what was wrong.

"Sam, you're not alright. Tell me what's going on." I said when Sam announced he was going to bed.

"I'm fine Dean. Leave me alone," Sam shrugged off the hand that had landed on his shoulder.

"Whatever," I said as Sam got dressed in his usual sweatpants and tee-shirt for bed. I watched him in the reflection of the TV the whole time. I saw how sluggish his movements were. I noticed how he seemed out of breath at the task of just putting on his clothes. I was about to open my mouth and tell him something when he caught me watching him. He glared at me and went to brush his teeth.

About ten minutes later, Sam was in bed and was out when his head hit the pillow. I watched the small chest of my little brother raise and fall. My gaze turned to Sam's backpack. I got up and brought it over to where I was watching TV. I opened it and poured out everything that was in it.

I shifted through it trying to find out what was wrong with Sammy. I flipped through all of his textbooks. They didn't have a single piece of paper in them. Not one. Which was very opposite of me. I had papers stuffed in all books. I then picked up his binders and began to shift through those. I looked at his tests and homework grades. Much better than mine. Well, then again, I didn't actually do my homework so that may be why. I looked through every binder and found nothing. I figured it would be easy considering that everything was neat and organized. But then again, it was Sam. If Sam didn't want anything found, he would hide it pretty well.

I sat on the floor thinking about where he would hide something. Sometimes I thought I knew my brother pretty well. Other times I didn't. Like right now. I didn't know my brother at all. I didn't know where he would hide something.

I picked up his backpack again and searched the other pockets. I found some loose papers and the motel key. I found the number to the Impala, Bobby's number, Pastor Jim's number, and various other people who were close to us and would help if anything went wrong.

I ran my hand through my hair frustrated. Why couldn't I find anything? Maybe Sammy hadn't been writing anything down. Maybe he didn't want anyone to know at all. Maybe there really was nothing wrong with him...

No. There was. He wasn't eating. He was paler than usual. His movements were slower. He was easily out of breath. There had to be something wrong. But what?

I wanted to hit myself. I was his brother. I was suppose to know what was wrong with him. I was suppose to take care of him. Dad would be pissed if he found out something had happened to Sammy and I couldn't take care of him or I hadn't found out fast enough.

I glanced up at the clock. It was close to ten. I had been digging through Sam's stuff for the past hour and a half. I sighed, putting it back the way it had been before. I placed his backpack in the exact same position that I had found it.

I sat back down on the couch. I didn't want to go to bed. I wasn't tired. I also wouldn't be able to sleep with the thoughts of Sam running through my head. I sighed turning on the TV.

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"Go away," I muttered rolling over so I would have my back to what was bothering me.

"Dean," I heard a groan.

I immediately jumped out of bed. I had somehow ended up in bed. I guess I had fallen asleep watching TV and had unconsciously gone to bed. I looked at Sam. He was sitting on the floor with his head in his hands. "Sammy? What's wrong?"

"Dean," He moaned again.

I knelt in front of Sam. "Sammy, you have to tell me what's wrong." I placed my hand on his shoulder and his shirt was wet from sweat. I lifted his face to see that it was also wet from sweat and his eyes had a far off look in them.

"Dean..." He moaned again holding his head even tighter.

"Sammy, talk to me. What's wrong?" I was getting scared now. Not a lot scared me but when Sam was in trouble, I would become terrified.

"I feel..." Just then, Sam toppled over going limp.

"Sam? Sammy?" I shook his shoulder trying to wake him up. "Sam!" I started to shout started to panic. I closed my eyes for a moment. I needed to calm down. Think. What would a hunter do? Get help. I couldn't leave Sam here. I saw the phone on the side table right in front of me. I dialed 911. "Dispatch, what is your emergency?"

"My brother, he just fell to the ground unconscious." I breathed into the phone. Keeping my eye on Sam.

"Where are you?" The dispatcher asked. I gave her the address to the motel we were staying in. "Alright, an ambulance is on the way. I'll stay online until they get there."

"Please, tell them to hurry."