Down on my knees

Sometimes you wonder how much I care. I get so distracted running nowhere. I take for granted our love is secure. If I started losing one thing is sure. I'd be down on my knees ready to pray. Darling down on my knees making you stay I'd be begging you please don't take your love from me. I'd be down on my knees.

Phoebe felt herself beginning to nod off in her boyfriend's arms. She turned her head to the side when she felt Sam's hand lightly padding her face with a cool cloth, "Pheebs you've got to stay awake."

Phoebe yawned and swatted Sam's hand away playfully already half asleep, "Shove off. I'm not sleeping just… resting my eyes…."

Sam rolled his eyes, "If you fall asleep I'm just gunna be waking you up every two hours."

Phoebe grunted and rolled over, "I believe the words don't wake up Phoebe have a cousin and her name is do it every two hours and she'll kill you."

Sam smiled, "Sorry Phoebe girls who get knocked over the head don't have the right of way."

Phoebe started to make a disgruntled noise but the attempt was ruined when she bent over and started dry heaving into a trashcan. Sam recognized this as one of the signs of concussion and rubbed her back soothingly, "Take it easy. Just breathe."

Once Phoebe's stomach calmed down she started to cry, "You must think I'm such a screw up. Everybody does; even Prue and Piper. I'm sorry Sam."

Sam pulled his girlfriend into his arms again. Then he took her face in his hands, "Hey look at me. I don't think you are a screw up. Why would you say stuff like that about yourself?"

Phoebe sniffed softly, "I always do things without thinking. I just for once want to be a person people can count on. I don't just want to be somebody's crystal ball because sometimes the future hurts. I saw you die Sam. I could have stopped it and I didn't say anything to Prue and Piper. If I had said something Dean never would have made that deal because we could have saved your life. I'm sorry."

Sam brushed away his girlfriend's tears with his thumbs, "Phoebe look at me. I am here and I'm not dead. Dean is not going to go to hell. Do you think you can keep down a couple of Tylenol?"

Phoebe groaned, "Why are there three of you? Stand still."

Sam lifted his girlfriend into his arms, "Let's get you to your room. Just close your eyes. I've got you Pheebs."

Sam laid Phoebe on her bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. Then he went to go get the supplies he would need to take care of his girlfriend. He came back with the Tylenol and the ice pack and a glass of ginger ale. He helped her prop herself up on her pillow. Then he handed her the pills and her drink, "Here Pheebs this will help. Just drink it slowly. I don't want you getting sick again. Soon as you take those and we know they are gunna stay down I want you to try and sleep."

Phoebe swallowed the pills and groaned as she eased herself on to the pillow, "I love you."

Sam pressed a kiss to her head before laying the ice pack on it, "Go to sleep."

When Sam starts to go to his room he stops when he hears a soft sob coming from Phoebe. He took her hand gently in his own, "What's wrong? Pheebs come here."

Phoebe didn't need to be told twice she slid over so she was in Sam's strong warm arms, "Please don't leave me."

Sam rubbed soothing circles on Phoebe's quaking back, "why would I ever leave you?"

Phoebe sniffled feeling guilty for making Sam look like wounded puppy, "Every time you and Dean go on a hunt Piper and I worry to the point we get sick. Then I had that vision. What am I supposed to?"

Sam cut Phoebe off, "I'm not going anywhere I promise. Go to sleep."

Phoebe shook her head, "If I sleep you might not be here when I wake up. I have dreams that you are with me every time you are on a hunt. Then I cry when I wake up."

Sam kissed Phoebe's cheek he didn't realize his hunting affected her so much; "This isn't a dream. I'm here and I love you. I promise."

Phoebe rested her head on her boyfriend's chest and fell into a restful sleep. Prue came down the hallway and knocked on the door. She smiled at Sam when she came into the room and rested her hand on her baby sister's forehead, "God Phoebe you don't do anything half way do you? You never have; even when we were kids you gave me and Grams heart attacks. You know what I wouldn't have it any other way though. I might not say it like I should but I love you Phoebe and I'm glad that you moved in with us."

I learned to be stronger a long time ago. I can face any wind no matter how hard it blows. I'd have to be stronger than I want to be if I had to live without you loving me. I'd be down on my knees ready to pray. Down my knees making you stay I'd be begging you please don't take your love from me. I'd be down on my knees. No one matters more in my life. No one makes me feel like you make me feel inside. I've come far enough to know love is worth never letting go of. Love is not a matter of pride. I'd be down on my knees ready to pray. Down on my knees whatever it takes. I'd be begging and pleading with you don't take your love from me. I'd be down on my knees.

Piper was lying on her bed her nose buried in the collar of Dean's tee shirt she had worn to bed that night. He eyes were red and sore from crying. It had been two days since Dean and she had fought and the two of them still weren't speaking. She rolled over so she was facing the wall when she heard Prue knock on the door. Prue entered the room, "Hey how you holding up?"

Piper forced a smile on her face, "I have to work a double shift tonight. Will you guys be ok for food or do I have to worry about the house being burned down when I get back?"

Prue rolled down her eyes, "You won't ever let it go. I burned water one time. I'll order a pizza or something. You've been working doubles a lot lately. Does this have anything to do with Dean? You don't have to pretend to be ok."

Piper huffed, "It has nothing to do with D… with him. Nothing ok; I just figured if I took some extra hours so maybe for once you would stop working your ass off and leave Phoebe alone!"

Pure sighed, "Piper you've eaten hardly anything in two days. No I do not consider a protein shake food. You only leave this room to go to the bathroom, and go to work. Something is bothering you. If you don't talk about it you are only going to feel worse. On top of that if you keep running yourself ragged like this and not taking care of yourself you are going to get seriously sick."

Piper frowned and sat up, "If I don't leave now Chief More is going to fire me then kill me. So if you don't mind. I will eat when I get home."

Prue pulled her sister into a hug, "Your boss can kiss my ass. In fact you are calling in sick today. Don't give me that look. You need to rest and once you have a clear head you and Dean are working this mess out. I spoke to Sam and Dean isn't in the best shape either so both of you are going to stop acting like children and work this out."

Piper flopped on her bed again, "If he'll ever speak to me again. He was very clear about how he feels about witches. The only good witch is a dead witch. Fuck witches. Prue I should have never told him about our powers. It's my own fault he hates me."

Prue tucked a strand of hair behind Piper's ear, "Dean doesn't hate you. How does some beef vegetable soup sound? You will feel better once you eat and get some sleep."

Piper sniffed, "Fine."

Prue kissed her little sister's temple, "I will be right back with your soup."

Prue was coming down the hall with Piper's soup. She heard a low moan coming from Dean's room. She knocked the door and was stunned to see Sam rubbing Dean's back in slow circles. Prue's eyes filled with concern, "Is everything ok in here?"

Sam shook his head, "Dean won't get out of bed. He's depressed."

Prue mumbled under her breath, "This has gone on long enough."

Quickly the oldest Halliwell went to Piper's room, "Get up. Rinse your face and go talk to Dean right now."

Piper sat up and wiped the tears from her flushed face, "Prue is he ok?"

Prue tossed her little sister her bathrobe, "He's hurting just as much if not more then you are right now."

Piper pulled on her blue fluffy bathrobe splashed cool water on her face. The she made her way to Dean's room. Even though the room was dimly lit she saw Dean's shoulders quaking with the force of his silent sobs. She sat down on the other side of the bed and spoke softly taking his hand in both of her own, "Dean…"

Dean sniffled once and lifted his flushed face from the pillow, "I thought you had to work today."

Piper rubbed tiny circles on Dean's hand, "We have a lot to talk about."

Dean looked away from Piper, "What is there to talk about?"

Piper saw the tears that were at the threatening to spill over Dean's eye lids. Gently she lifted his chin so he had to meet her eyes, "Look at me. I'm sorry."

Dean finished for her, "Sorry? Pip why are you sorry? I'm the one who did exactly what you were afraid I was going to do when you told me. I'm the one who should be sorry."

Piper ran her hand softly down her boyfriend's cheek, "Honey I shouldn't have sprung it on you like that. I mean the first words out of my mouth are my sister's vanquished a warlock that tried to kill them. Dean you care about my sisters just as much as you care about me. The second I said my sisters had been attacked I should have known that your hunter instincts would kick into over drive."

Dean leaned into Piper's touch, "It still wasn't right for the first images to pop into my brain warts, brooms, pointy hats, cursing people, and spewing bodily fluids everywhere."

Piper smiled a pressed a kiss to her boyfriend's forehead, "Hunter or not I still love you."

Sam stood up from the bed, "I think I'm going to go get some coffee. Do you want anything?"

Dean could tell Piper was tired so he answered, "Coffee sounds good to me. Grab Piper a bagel please. She looks like she hasn't eaten anything solid in a few days."

Once Sam left the room Piper playfully slapped Dean on the back. She started to say something but stopped when she saw his face contort into a mask of pain, "Can you sit up?"

Dean winced when the movement hurt his back but sat up halfway on the bed. Piper gently helped Dean get his shirt off and gasped when she saw the deep purple and black bruising covering his entire back.

Dean saw her fear and spoke gently, "Piper I'm fine…."

Piper snapped, "Fine? Dean you can hardly move. How long has that bruise been there? Why hasn't Sam done anything to treat it?"

Dean took Piper's hands, "Sam didn't help me because he doesn't know. I got this bruise on the hunt Sam and I were on two days ago. He wanted to check me out when we got to your house but I told him I was fine."

Piper didn't say anything she just gently Helped Dean lie down on his stomach. Then she called out, "Prue. I need some help in here."

Prue came into Dean's room. Her eyes went wide with concern when she saw the bruise on Dean's back, "I'll go get some hot water, a wash cloth, a heating pad, a cool compress, and some Advil."

Piper nodded and sat down on the bed beside Dean, "How does a massage sound?"

Dean smiled, "Did I tell you how much I love you?"

Piper smiled and gently massaged Dean's soar back. A few minutes later Prue came into the room she was carrying a bottle of Advil, a bowl of hot water that smelled like mint, two wash cloths, a heating pad ,an ice pack, and two small towels. She set the stuff down on the bedside table. Then she turned to Piper, "I'll take care of Dean. You go into your room and lie down. Don't give me that look. You need to sleep and then eat something."

Piper frowned at her sister and dipped the washcloth in the bowl of hot water, "Thanks for the offer but I think I will sleep better in here. Dean needs me right now."

Dean groaned softly as the hot water soothed the ache in his sore muscles, "You don't have to stay in here. You look tired."

Piper palmed Dean's cheek with her hand, "Whatever it takes to make you feel better is what I'm going to do. You just rest."

When Sam came into the room he smiled at the sight of his brother sleeping on his stomach with Piper's head resting on his shoulder. He pulled the blankets over both of them and turned on Dean's heating pad.