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Hitting the panic button would have been the understatement of the century for Dean.
'It's really bad Dean'
The words bad and Sammy never went together well. If they did, it was Dean's job to stop it and make it right again.
But with Sammy being sick, there wasn't a lot that Dean could do. Only adhere to his brother's needs. But that wasn't enough, no where near enough.
'Oh god…what's wrong with Sammy. What did I forget to do?' Dean thought as he kept his eyes on Bobby.
Dean watched his movements like a hawk, waiting for what seemed like a lifetime for the old hunter to pluck up the courage to tell him what might be wrong with Sam.
After gaping like a fish for sometime and nothing more than fractions of broken words coming out, Bobby shook his head and closed his eyes.
"He's got…." He began.
Dean held his breath, ready for the knock out blow that would drive him to insanity.
But it never came. Bobby paused and that pause was just long enough for the urgent and annoying trill of the phone to sound downstairs.
'No! Tell me! Don't answer it. Tell me!' Dean begged as he remained motionless and fixed on Bobby's face.
The hunter looked over his shoulder and sighed deeply.
"I'll be right back. I gotta answer the phone. Just hang on." Bobby said as he got to his feet.
Dean could only watch as he descended the stairs. When he was gone, Dean let out the breath he'd been holding in with a long and low sigh. He'd just missed a bullet. A necessary bullet, but a bullet none the less.
'Do you want Sammy to get better?'
That argument was so clear in his mind now, that it took up all room for thought.
He could remember the anger that flowed through him at the audacity of Bobby, to say yes to something that Dean didn't want. Who was Bobby anyway, but some old coot that lived on his own away from everyone else.
'Then they need to figure out what he has'
How dare he do what he did. It was unthinkable. Unimaginable. It was all Bobby, he'd made Sam take that stupid test. His fault. He'd made Sam take the test and now it came back with some bogus result. Well, it's wrong. The result is wrong. No matter what it is. Sammy's fine. There's nothing wrong with him. Bobby was wrong and crazy. He was nothing more to Dean than a friend of his father.
His father.
The thought made Dean scowl.
Where was he? Why wasn't he here, caring for Sam like he should be. This wasn't Dean's job. This wasn't what he signed up for when getting a little brother. He signed up for laughter, fun, cuteness and love.
Not living in fear of every shadow. It had all happened when Sam had come about. But despite that fact, Dean didn't blame his little brother for anything. It couldn't have been because of him. If Sam hadn't been there, god forbid….it still would have happened and no doubt would Dean have gone mad without him.
But where was John? He knew Sam was sick…why wasn't he here. Caring for him, making sure he felt loved. Not that Dean couldn't do it, he could. But he just wanted Sam to have a Dad that cared about him. A Dad that actually didn't flinch when the little tyke hugged him.
"S'not fair" Dean muttered.
Anger welled inside Dean and he turned sharply and kicked the wall. The shot jarred pain up through his leg, but he didn't care.
"Its not FAIR" he yelled angrily and launched a punch at the wall.
The blow bounced off the surface, making Dean angrier and angrier. He launched into a full blow assault on the wall, for no good reason other than the fact that it wasn't fair.
It was a miracle that Bobby or Sam didn't hear him, but he was left alone until he ran out of anger and slid to the floor.
Rage induced tears were scorching his face like acid tracks. He let out a sob that shook his body to the core.
Why was it always Dean's job to do everything. Why did Dean always have to look after Sam, why did Dean have to take the brunt of the anger that was built up in John after a botched hunt. Why did Dean have to cook and clean and pick Sam up from school and never go out anywhere. Why did Dad have to hunt and hunt and hunt and hunt? What was the point of it all?!
Couldn't he be normal for once. Maybe just for a day?
Couldn't he have friends, go out to see a movie? Have a play with Sam in the backyard of a real house. Have a father that cared. Have a mother.
Why was it always put on him to be the outcast, to be the black sheep of the world.
Couldn't someone else do it for a change. Just so he could be a person for once, not some freak.
Something hot and twisty curled inside Sam's stomach and it made him moan. He was still asleep, but his stomach was making itself known. It twisted and wrenched about violently, until little Sammy opened his eyes to the world and shuddered at the assault the Flu landed on him again.
His first realization was that Dean was no longer with him. His older brother wasn't next to him, wasn't in the room at all.
It made Sam a little nervous and a little upset, but he couldn't seriously expect Dean to be with him 24/7.
He had his own life too….
And it shouldn't stop, just cause Sammy was sick.
Sam smiled at his level headedness. He liked the thought that Dean was having fun, a little sore that it was without him, but having fun none the less.
But the smile was quickly turned into a grimace of pain as the twisty, curling thing warped itself into a whole new form that caused grief.
The snaky thing was getting stronger, Sam was certain of it.
Maybe it would bust outta his stomach soon, and run off making people scream.
A comforting thought….NOT.
Sam really wished he saw the end of that movie, or at least what happened to the guy that had the alien jump out of him.
Did he get up and tell people that it was all okay? That it was just his little pet.
Sam groaned as the snaky thing's spine brushed against his stomach.
A nasty little pet.
Sam didn't want the pet anymore, he wanted it to leave. Not through his stomach, but leave some other way. So it could bother someone else.
Being sick was no fun, and Sam had been sick long enough. No more sick, no more snaky thing.
Maybe if he got up and walked around for a little bit, he might feel better. But upon the feeling of the snaky thing twisting again, with its sharp spines brushing so close to his stomach and the ill feeling after it, he felt a little unsure of whether or not his stomach would make it downstairs with him and wondered that might not be such a crash-hot idea.
So he sat there, thinking. Rocking back and forth slowly.
'Maybe it's time I told Dean about the snaky thing in me'
Dean had retreated to his bed room to calm down. But calming down was hard when all he could do was think about it. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
The more tears slid down his face, the harder the sobs wracked his body.
'Why me….why this family. I can think of a hundred families that deserve this. Why this family. We did nothing wrong' Dean thought furiously.
The knock at the door disturbed his angry thoughts and furious tears.
"Go away" Dean snarled.
The words had left Dean's mouth before he thought that it might have been Sammy. Luckily, it wasn't and Bobby could deal with a little snarl.
"Come out Dean. I gotta tell you something. It's important" Bobby called.
Dean snorted, and laughed shakily.
"If its about Sam. I don't wanna hear it! It's wrong. You're wrong. The whole friggin world is WRONG" Dean yelled angrily.
He wasn't acting like he was meant to; not like he was taught to. Instead he was acting naturally, all these words came naturally. Like it was meant to be. The feelings of unfairness and loneliness and hate were radiating through his teenage body. He'd heard it called Hormones. When a child starts acting erratically as their body goes through changes.
'Screw them and screw the world' was a good phrase that was running through Dean's head.
"Dean, it's not about Sammy. This is different. I need you to come out here." Bobby said.
It seemed to be a reasonable request, but to Dean it was like Bobby was asking Dean to murder Sam.
"Go away" Dean repeated, not bothering to consider the possibility of coming out.
There was an exasperated sigh from the other side of the door.
"I've gotta go Dean. I've gotta leave" Bobby said.
The simple sentence froze the hormones in their tracks and Dean scrambled off the bed. He reefed open the door and stared up at the weary face of Bobby.
"Why!?" he asked.
Even though he wanted to be left alone, he didn't want to be alone. There was a difference.
Bobby shook his head.
"Not for you to worry about. I have to go over a few states and….help out a friend. I want you to stay here and look after Sammy" Bobby said.
"What! What friend. Tell me what's happening!" Dean demanded.
"None of your business Dean. That's what's happening" Bobby shot as he began to head to his room to pack a few things.
"Bobby, please. Tell me" Dean begged as he followed.
"Can't kid. Sorry. But it's nothing you should worry about." Bobby said roughly as he grabbed a duffle bag from under his bed. He began filling it with hunting gear.
Dean frowned.
"Is a hunter in trouble?" he asked.
Bobby froze slightly.
"Yeah Dean. I'm gonna go help em out." He said.
Dean felt a little ball of worry turn into a massive balloon of nerves.
"It's no one we know….right?" Dean asked weakly.
Bobby turned to him and shook his head quickly. Dean couldn't help but notice that he didn't make eye contact with him.
It wasn't long before Bobby was walking hurriedly down stairs, Dean was following him closely.
"What about Sam!" Dean said suddenly.
"Just look after him. Give him whatever he wants. Keep his fever cool, his body warm, keep his fluids up, his strength up, keep him in bed and make sure that he's comfy. Other than that. You can't do anything for him. If things get too bad, or if he starts throwing up. Call Doctor Jones, he'll know what to do. His numbers by the phone. I'll call as soon as I can." Bobby said as he held up a cell phone.
But Dean felt more than a little apprehensive about the instructions, and a little more than angry that the Doctor may have to come back. There was a lot of room for a really bad in there.
"No pills! Don't give him any pills for anything. No headache tablets, no pain killers. Nothing. In fact, no medicine at all! No cough syrup. Nothing. Dean. No medicine" Bobby said suddenly.
Dean scowled and shook his head.
"That's not enough!" he said.
"I know, but its all that can be done. I'll be back in two days. If not, just wait for me. I won't be long. I promise" Bobby said.
Dean couldn't help but think of the long list of promises that the man had broken. This one….he'd better keep this one. This one involved Sammy.
"Alright" he said softly.
"'Atta boy Deuce. Now do what I said, you know where everything is. I'll call you when I'm on my way back. Alright?" Bobby said.
"Right" Dean muttered.
"Come on! Look alive. It's only for a little while. Just trust me" Bobby said as he threw his things into the back of his blue tow truck.
Dean just nodded and watched as the old hunter climbed into the car.
"Watch out for Sammy" he warned.
"I will" he said softly.
"Good. Be safe Dean" Bobby said and the truck roared to life.
It began to rumble away, along the dirt road that led out of the Auto-yard.
Dean just watched it as it left, thinking about all the people that were deserting the two Winchester boys.
Sammy heard the low, guttural rumble of Bobby's truck and scrambled out of bed. He swayed over to the window and peered through the grimy pane of glass to see Bobby climb into the truck still talking to Dean.
"What's he doing! Why is he leaving!" Sam question, talking to no-one in particular.
Fear suddenly ripped through his weak body and his breaths came in short gasps.
He couldn't let Bobby leave. He needed Bobby AND Dean if he wanted to get better. He trusted Dean; but he needed an adult around.
He thought that he needed Daddy as well, but Daddy wasn't there. He was on a ghostie hunt that didn't include the boys. Which meant that whatever the boys were like, whatever they were doing. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the hunt.
It didn't make sense to Sam. Wasn't a father meant to care for his children, not drag them over the earth fighting scary monsters.
Or maybe….his Dad was normal and every one else was wrong.
It was confusing and it hurt Sam's already hurting head.
His thoughts turned back to the scene outside as he saw the truck beginning to move away. Sam couldn't let Bobby go. He wanted Bobby to stay. So he turned and stumbled from his room, staggered down the stairs, then too the door.
"Wait! Wait!" he yelled.
He hit the door before he could stop and bounced back off it. Shaking his little head quickly, wincing at the movement, he pulled open the big heavy door to go outside.
Dean turned as Sam staggered outside before his little body sank to the floor, his little eyes wide with fright.
"Where's Bobby going?" Sam asked hurriedly as he watched the retreating truck.
"Sam!?" Dean yelled as he rushed to his side.
"Where's Bobby going! I wanna know!" Sam said, his little voice was high pitched and bled a note of distress.
"I dunno Sam. Just left" Dean sighed deeply.
The snaky thing suddenly kicked and twisted in Sam's stomach and the little boy gave a small yelp. He grabbed hold of his stomach and shuddered. Dean's strong arms were instantly wrapped around him and lifted him from the ground.
"Sammy! Sammy what's that matter? Are you okay?" Dean asked worriedly.
Sam winced at the stabs of pain that ripple through him and wished that he had stayed in bed.
"My tummy hurts" he whimpered.
Dean's face was close to Sammy's and the look of worry and concern in his eyes was overpowering.
"It's okay Sammy. Just hang on. We'll go back to bed for a while yeah? Go and have a sleep. How about that?" Dean asked as he headed inside.
Sam curled up against his brother and whimpered again.
"I don't like the snaky things Dee-Dee. It hurts" Sammy muttered.
Hurrying up the stairs, Dean didn't seem to mind his brother's confession. But it would sink in later, Sam was sure of it.
At that second, Sam wished that he'd stayed exactly where he had been and not moved.
Dean gently lay Sammy back out in the bed that Bobby had leant them, then pulled the covers up to his chin and tucked him in. The sudden attack had worn Sam out, Dean could see that he was exhausted.
Man….this illness had a hold on the kid.
"Dean, make the snaky thing go away" Sam muttered.
The voice was so pleading, so weak that Dean felt like he could have curled into a ball and cried his eyes out at the sound. But he'd had enough crying for one day, enough to last him a few years in fact.
But the actual words had caught his attention.
"Snaky thing? What the hell are you talking about Sam?" Dean asked.
Sam turned the big, round, moist brown orbs that were called eyes on his brother and said in a very serious tone.
"There's a little snaky thing inside me….in my tummy. And it's gonna bust out when it feels like it and start running around making people scream. Just like the movie" Sammy said.
Dean stared at his little brother, dumb founded. How on earth did his brother come up with these types of things? Where did he pull these things from?
"You what?" was all he could manage.
Sam frowned, treating it as a very serious matter.
"The snaky thing with arms and legs and a really long tail and really sharp teeth. It makes people scream" Sam said folding his arms.
He winced slightly as his arms brushed against his stomach.
Dean just sat there, taking in the words and the look on Sam's face, before he burst out laughing. It was unbelievable! What the hell was Sam on about! But whatever it was, it was funny.
But the laughter made Sam scowl.
"I'm serious Dee-Dee" he said softly.
The tone of his voice made Dean laugh harder.
"Oh god Sammy!" he laughed as he bent over.
It wasn't long before Sam was staring at him curiously.
"What's so funny?" he asked innocently.
Dean decided to break the news to him that he wasn't infested with little snaky things. He took a few whooping gulps of air before wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.
"Oh…Sammy. You're a funny one." Dean said softly as he looked at his little brother.
Sam tilted his head to one side.
"Why? Why did you laugh Dee-Dee? Did I make a funny joke?" he asked.
"Yeah…a really funny joke. You think there's a snaky thing in you? Man…that's dumb Sammy" Dean sighed.
"I'm not dumb!" Sam said indignantly.
His little voice was high pitched again, his little eyes wide with an indescribable emotion.
"There's no such thing as a little snaky thing. You're not infested with anything. You're just sick. That's all" Dean said softly, making sure that he kept eye contact with his little brother.
Trying to help him understand.
"But…then…what's wrong with me?" Sam asked.
Dean's soft face fell to one that was ridden with sadness and fear. His eyes glazed as he looked at Sam, he took his little hand and made soothing circles with his thumb trying to find a better way to break it to him. But upon finding none, he sighed deeply and said
"I don't know"
Yeah...I am that evil. Still haven't told you what Sam has. And if you didn't like this chapter...then I'll let out a secret. I'm speeding it up next chapter...I hope!!
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