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Chapter two:

Sam slowly came to on the bathroom floor. His head was still hurting but it was more from hitting it than the migraine that was slowly starting to fade away. Sam was grateful that it was going away. He didn't think he would be able to handle anymore agony at this time.

Reaching out, Sam grabbed a hold of the bathroom sink and slowly pulled himself to his feet. At first he was a little dizzy and thought he was going to fall back down, but luckily he managed to stay on his feet. He was beginning to wonder if Jessica wasn't right about going to the hospital. She was right when she had said he didn't have that much to stress about, other than the absent brother that never seemed to answer his phone anymore. Sam didn't have any stress over worrying about what could be going on with his older brother.

Noticing a small trace of blood running down the side of his neck; Sam raised his hand and touched right behind his ear. He felt a patch of sticky wet hair, and frowned. He hated cleaning blood out of his hair. Muttering to himself about how much bleeding sucks, Sam grabbed a washcloth off of the rack and pressed it against the wound. His night had just gotten even better. He wished Dean was here. He would probably make some kind of crack about how Sam was being a sissy when it came to cleaning up the blood. If Dean were here, he would drag Sam to the hospital with no questions asked, and no regards to what you want to do. Sam missed that about his brother. he wondered what Dean was up to right now, that was so important that he couldn't call Sam back. He was probably out with some random chick, and couldn't or rather wouldn't want to call back when he was busy. Of course communication was a two way street. Sam was doing everything he could to stay in contact, but it was starting to look like Dean didn't want to stay in contact. Let's not get him started on John. His heart still hurt thinking about the words that had spewed out of both of their mouths right before he left. Sam couldn't believe his father would kick him out of the family just because he wanted to attend college. Well, Sam just didn't share John's obsession with hunting, he wanted to do something with his life. If John couldn't accept that then maybe they were better off the way they were now. He just hoped that one day John would be able to forgive him, even if he never accepted him back into the family again.

Having made up his mind to call Dean once again for what seemed like the millionth time. He slowly headed out of the bathroom and over to the couch where he had threw his jacket. Digging into the side pocket he grabbed his phone. Once the phone was in hand, he quickly dialed Dean's number. Holding it to his ear, Sam instinctively knew he wasn't going to answer again. Yet he still kept listening despite the ringing threatening to start the migraine again. When it switched over to voicemail, Sam didn't immediately hang up, he listened to his brothers voice before hanging up. Not bothering to leave a message since he knew it would just be ignored or immediately erased.

Hearing the door open, Sam looked up. Brady was back from taking Jessica home.

"Thanks for taking Jess. Home for me" he said quietly as any noise was beginning to bother him again.

"No, problem man" Brady said crossing the room to sit in a chair across from Sam. "We have to talk about you going to the hospital." Sam started to protest but Brady held his hand up, stopping him short.

"These headaches aren't cause by stress, we both know that." Sam sighed and looked down at the carpet. He could feel another migraine coming on. He could already feel the bile rising in his stomach and he swallowed hard to keep it down.

"Is there something bothering you?" Brady asked concerned when there was no response from his friend.

"You mean besides the obvious" Sam said "of course, the migraines are bothering me, but Dean won't even call me back."

"Maybe he's just busy and can't answer the phone" Brady suggested. Sam shook his head no.

"Dean has always answered before no matter what he was doing. Because he knows I will worry if he don't" Suddenly Sam moaned, raising his hands to place his palms against his forehead. Why is this happening to me Sam thought why must I have to go through this agony.

"Sam?" Brady asked getting up from where he was sitting and kneeling in front of Sam. "Are you okay? Is it another migraine?" Sam was barely able to nod, before he jumped to his feet and ran to the bathroom, and slamming the door shut.

Brady stared at the closed door. Enough is enough Sam is going to the hospital whether or not he wants too. He thought before walking over to stand right outside the door. He was worried about his friend. He knew there was something wrong but he was afraid to guess what.

"You're going to the ER as soon as you get out" Brady called "and don't even think about trying to get out of it, because it won't work" he was answered by a round of harsh heave from within the bathroom.

Sam moaned he hated getting sick, but at least this time it wasn't with people all around him. When he felt like he was done, Sam, slowly started to stand up, only to come crashing back down and hitting his head rather roughly on the sink.

Upon hearing the loud crash coming from the bathroom, Brady shoved his way inside to find his friend unconscious on the floor. In a matter of seconds Brady had his cell phone in hand and was dialing 911. After the call was finished Brady kneeled down beside Sam. Noticing the blood running from Sam's temple and down the side of his face, Brady grabbed a towel. As he pressed the towel to the injury, Sam began to convulse violently on the floor.

A/n

Sorry about another cliffhanger but I wanted to get this chapter done so I can get it posted as soon as possible, I don't care too much for it, but let me know what you think. Thanks a bunch for all the favorites and alerts and reviews. I appreciate it more than you can know! Thanks for taking the time to review. And I will get started on the next chapter and have it posted soon.