Sam still had refused to tell him anything, they had been sitting here discussing it for what seemed like forever, and Dean was starting to get irritated.
"Sammy what do you mean you DON'T Remember anything." Dean asked accusingly. "Auuuhh, I mean!, I don't…, the vision, nightmare, WHATEVER it was, I don't remember any of it…. And it's Sam."
"Bull, don't lie to me Sam, no one screams like that for that long and doesn't remember." Dean retorted. "I Mean Damnit Sammy! I need to know whats going on here!'
Sam just stared at him, then glared. "I don't't always need you to protect me Dean! I can take care of myself you know!
Dean just glared his big brother glare. "Well you doing one helluva job!!"
"Now come on! What did you see?"
"Damnit Dean!! I don't rememb- AUGH!" Sam gripped his head. Scenes flashed before his eyes. "Sammy!" Dean was at his side in seconds. He gripped Sam as he started to topple over, "Sammy! What's wrong?!" Dean tried to look at his brother face, but it was tuck tight to his chest.
~Sam Pov~
Sam couldn't help but moan, as stabs of pain, wavered through his head. Behind his eyes burned and he refused to open them. He could faintly here Dean in the background asking him something, but everything was blurry and he was slowly slipping into unconsciousness. He went limp in Dean's arms, when he felt a trickle pass over his lips.
~Deans Pov~
Sam had gone limp in his arms and it had took all of his strength not to fall of the oddly position he was on the bed. "Sammy?" He asked, he didn't even know what it was he was asking for, for his brother to wake, up, for him to be alright, for everything to be normal, Damnit did he wish their father was their. But No! When ever he tried to call he'd get some freaking voice mail. He laid Sam on the bed, then stared at his face, noticing the blood trickling from Sam's nose, "Aw sh*t, Sammy!" He cursed as he wiped it from his baby brother face.
"I promise Sammy, I'll figure this out, I mean hey, there's gotta be a way, right?" He forced out a little laugh hoping Sam would wake up, hoping it would calm this growing fear he had in the pit of his stomach, It did neither.
He put his face in his hands and stayed like that for a while, until he heard a grunt from Sam. "Sammy?" He said as he looked up, Sam's face was drench in sweat, his breathing was heavy. 'When the hell did that start?' He placed a palm over Sam's forehead to his cheek, he was burning up. Dean ran to get the thermometer; he searched through theirs bags, when he found it he jogged over to Sam, "Common Sammy open up." He whispered. Sam's movements were lethargic, 'That's soo not good.' He took Sam's temperature, 103.4. He stared at the thermometer, why did things always need to be so fucked up when they came his way. Dean was just starting to loose all his composure when his cell rang, "Not right now!" He screamed at it, obvious that it would do nothing to stop the obnoxious ring he picked it up.
~Dean? You there?
Dean just stood there in silence…
~Dad…?