The recovery

CHAPTER 2

Dean heard a gasp from where Sam was lying. He opened his eyes already knowing what's going to happen.

'Here we go again...'

Rubbing his face and slowly getting up, he realized that Sam was awfully quiet this time. That wasn't normal considering the situation. Alarmed by that Dean quickened his movements and focused on Sam. Then he saw it.

Sam's eyes were open, but he didn't move or say anything and seemed like he wasn't even breathing. His eyes were distant and it looked like he was looking at nothing. He had that same empty look in his eyes than when they were doing the healing spells.

In a second Dean was already beside Sam. He placed Sam's head between his hands and tried to get Sam's distant look back focused to this reality.

"Hey, little brother, you there?" He tried to ask gently as he shook Sam's head.

"Come on Sammy answer me" Panic crept in Dean's voice.

Dean checked the breathing. Couldn't feel any. Checked the pulse. It was there, but weak. Checked the body temperature. 'What the hell'. Sam feels so cold. Last time he checked, Sam had a high fever. 'What the hell'. Dean was no doctor, but he could tell something was wrong.

When Sam didn't respond to the slight shaking Dean had tried he gently slapped Sam's cheek. He still got no response.

"Sammy, can you hear me? Snap out of it" He tried to call for Sam but again, got no response. Sam's eyes remained in the same scary distant look. It was like his body was in this reality, but his mind was not. The panic rose inside Dean as he realized if they didn't do something Sam's life could be in danger.

"Oh fuck. Oh shit. BOBBY COME HERE!" Dean yelled Bobby for help.

"Just hang in there Sam It's going to be okay", Dean said as he tugged the blankets around Sam to get some warmth in his cold body.

"What's goin' on?" Bobby asked with a sleepy voice from the doorway.

"Something is terribly wrong Bobby. Sam's not breathing" Dean said as he paced around the room trying to figure out something before it was too late.

"Oh shit", Bobby said as he realized the danger of this situation. He quickly checked Sam, went to the back of the room and got something out of the lockers Dean couldn't recognize. It was some kind of weird looking needle, but Dean trusted Sam's life on Bobby's hands and didn't interrupt his doings.

Bobby stabbed the weird looking needle into Sam's chest. A second later Sam's fingers started twitching and Dean could see tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He lunged beside Sam following the situation. He grabbed Sam's arm and squeezed it hoping to get some kind of response. This time, he got it. Sam squeezed back at Dean's hand.

"Sammy, can you hear me? It's me, Dean"

That's when Sam's eyes focused back and he blinked shifting his all around the room and then settling onto Dean. Now his legs were twitching too.

"Sam snap out of it. You can do it" Dean desperately tried to say something encouraging to get Sam back. It was like suddenly Sam got his breathing ability back and he gasped loudly and coughed a couple times. He slowed down his breathing as if it hurt to take breaths.

Sam moved his legs up into a folded position and lifted himself up into sitting position. He seemed very uneasy and looked like he was feeling very uncomfortable.

Dean could feel his body relax as he saw Sam now taking breaths. The breaths were unstable and short but at least it was something. Whatever Bobby did to Sam, It helped. Dean hadn't taken his gaze off Sam even for a single second and now saw the panic rise in Sam's eyes. That made the worrying rise inside Dean too.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Dean tried to ask as calmly as possible and just as he finished, blood dripped through Sam's lips. He made a weird grimace and clutched his stomach.

"I-It h-hurts, D'n", Sam said so weakly his words were barely audible. He shifted his hand in front of his mouth and bent forward trying to ease the stabbing pain he felt in his abdomen.

'Oh Shit shit shit shit'

"Don't speak Sam. Just focus on breathing. It's going to be okay" Dean said as he stroked Sam's back.

Dean exchanged a worried look with Bobby.

He lifted Sam's legs over the edge of the couch to get him into a more comfortable sitting position. After that, he quickly got Sam some paper towels to wipe the blood with. Sam was trembling hard and he was still really cold. He sat down to think what he should do next. obviously, he had to do something before it was - again - too late.

Sam's life is constantly in danger it's starting to seem ridiculous now. Why Sam? Dean had asked himself that question many times. It should be rather him who was suffering. Not his precious little brother who had done nothing wrong. Everything came so suddenly and they all hit the same time. Literally everything. First the spell then the nightmares and now this. 'What the hell is going on?'. Dean wondered when was the last time he saw Sam as his normal healthy pain-in-the-ass little brother. When will he get a break from this hell?

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Alright, that was chapter 2. Hope you enjoyed! I've been really busy since school started again (Yay -_-) and haven't been able to upload new chapters. The next chapters will, unfortunately, come a little slower too, but don't worry I will not leave this fan fiction hanging since I hate it myself too when fanfics are left undone. Anyways, thank you for everyone who read, reviewed or/and supported my story :)