So yeah this is about the size that the chapters will be… hopefully. Sam seems to be recovering but the brothers can tell something's not right...
This is my first real fan fic by the way, sooo review
Disclaimer: I don't own the brothers (working on that) or really anything else
~Annabelle
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Dean was sitting on the couch watching… something, Dean didn't even know nor care. He sipped his beer trying not to think about anything.
Kevin stumbled in, "How's Sam?"
"Better, his fever broke and he stopped bathing himself in sweat and he stopped shivering" Dean took another sip of his beer eyes still on the T.V. "How's the research?"
"It's… whatever, but that's good right? About Sam?" The only reason Kevin asked this- as he wasn't an idiot- was Dean's tone was, well monotone.
"Yeah" Dean said and started to get up for his hourly check up on Sam
"But?" Kevin asked though he thought he knew the answer
"The white Kev, he's still glowin' like a freaken electric eel" Dean walked towards his room.
Kevin had noticed Sam getting brighter though he had no idea what it meant. "I'm going out" Kevin replied walking towards the entrance
Dean turned "Hey could you pick up some applesauce, and more beer?"
"Yeah… Applesauce?" Kevin asked
"For Sam"
That's going to look weird at the checkout Kevin thought and went on his way.
Dean made it to his room and walked in suddenly stopping; the bed was empty. Dean almost dropped his beer "SAM?!"He called frantically. He heard the toilet flush at the other side of the hall. Dean's guard dropped a bit but was now concerned how Sam got there, "Sammy?" Dean called at the bathroom door
"One sec'" A tiered voice replied. The door opened and a shaky legs Sam leaned out. Shaky but standing Dean thought; he had to take what he could get. Sam's face was tired and red, his eyes less focused then Dean would have wanted, and his brow was scrunched, the gesture meaning Sam was in pain and trying to hide it, what else was knew?
"How ya feeling?" Dean asked
"Good, it's not so cold anymore, and I can get up without my head committing suicide" He said lightheartedly but still strained. Dean nodded. "Anyway" Sam continued and pointed his thumb behind him "I'm going to take a shower"
"Yeah cool, don't slip" Dean said humorously, Sam good-naturedly rolled his eyes and shut the door. Dean waited there till he heard the shower going and went to the kitchen hoping Sam could eat something more than applesauce when he got out.
Sam came out twenty-five minutes later looking a bit healthier he was less pale and red, a lot cleaner, and his hair was dripping with water instead of sweat. The down side was Sam's glowing-ness was more obvious. Sam made his way towards Dean, "what-cha cooking?"
Dean looked hopefully at Sam, was he hungry? "Fish" Dean answered while squeezing some lemon on the frying fish.
Sam chewed his lip wondering how he was going to let Dean down by not eating. Sam causally leaned on a counter; using it to stay standing. His legs and head hurt, he felt a bit nauseous, and there was the uncomfortable continuous fire feeling charging throughout his body. It was the same pain he's been feeling all along except extremely dimmed down. "Smells good"
Dean finished frying and hopped the fish on a plate, he motioned for Sam to sit, he did, then started cutting up the fish. "Dean…" Sam started
"Let me guess" Dean answered raising an eyebrow "You're not hungry"
Sam gave dean an 'I'm sorry' look
"Well suck it" Dean answered and Sam sighed, Dean mashed up the fish to make it as Sam-eatable as possible. Sam sulked watching. Dean pushed the plate towards Sam then got his own plate. Sam picked up the fork and stared at the mushed fish afraid it was going to be too much for his insides to handle. Dean watched Sam, "I will feed you" he threatened.
Sam fake glared at Dean at took a bite, it didn't taste like anything, and it took a lot of effort to get down, and when he did it felt unnatural, like food wasn't supposed to go down that way.
"Hows it taste?" Dean asked noticing Sam's struggle to eat.
"Good" Sam lied "'lemony" Dean took a bite, it didn't taste lemony to him
"Sam?" Dean asked in his 'you better not be hiding something' voice
Sam sighed "I don't taste a thing; my taste buds must be whacked out"
Dean nodded trying to not act irrationally such as throwing his plate against the wall. Dean took another bite looked at Sam and said "I want two more bites" translating to 'you have to eat two more bites'
Sam complied "Okay but it feels so weird"
Dean looked at him "What?"
"Eating, like my body isn't supposed to eat" Sam tried to explain
"Isn't supposed to?" Dean asked
Sam sighed again "You know how breathing comes naturally, like how you don't have to keep reminding yourself to breathe?"
"Yeah…"
"Eating's a bit like that too, you swallow and your body does the rest" Sam continued looking down at his plate.
"And?" Dean asked Sam having his full attention
"Well" Sam raised an eyebrow as if to say 'it's crazy but', "my body seems to be convinced both those things are not for me"
Dean just looked at him, Sam explained further "I have to remember to keep breathing otherwise I won't, and when I eat it's like I'm stuffing silly putty into my ear and my body's like 'what the heck are you doing'"
"Your body's not talking to you though?" Dean asked comically, trying to not show his worry
"haha" Sam replied through a bit relived Dean seemed to be taking it well.
"What happen when you do forget to you know, breathe?" Dean asked a bit more serious
"Well" Sam said now wanting Dean to know everything so he could help him figure out what was going on, especially with the white glow throughout his body; Sam knew he and Dean needed to be on the same page if they were going to fix him "before -like two days ago- when I'm asleep I can usually breathe through the reminding pain in my lungs, but I woke up today with my lungs burning and I was really light headed, I couldn't figure out why, till I realized I wasn't breathing, I took a breath and the burning stopped" Sam paused and couldn't keep the worry out of his voice, "but Dean..."
Sam looked at Dean who was playing calm big brother "Yeah Sammy?"
"I must've, I mean I couldn't have been breathing for a few hours" Sam looked at Dean concerned "I should be dead, a person would be dead"
"Whoa Sammy! You're a person, chill, besides I was checking up on you tons I would have noticed a blue face" Dean said sternly not breaking eye contact.
"Was I breathing? Did you notice me breathing?" Sam asked
Dean rubbed his head and thought back, Sam had rolled over and muttered something Dean checked his pulse which was fine, and he didn't even think to check if Sam was breathing. no I didn't notice that he was breathing…
Dean looked at Sam who took another breath. "Stop breathing, now"
Sam looked up in surprise
"Lets see how long you can hold your breath" Dean said.
Sam looked a bit concerned but said, "Kay I'm not breathing" and stopped breathing Dean watched him for a few minutes while eating. Sam rolled his eyes "Dean It might take a while"
"What?"
"For me, you know, to need to breath" Dean scrunched his face then placed his hand on Sam's chest, "Dean what the-?!"
"I'm just feeling if your breathing or not"
"You think I'm lying?" Sam raised an eye brow
"No but I don't want to stare at your face forever" Dean said emphasizing the 'your'. Sam slumped. Dean continued eating with one hand and looked at Sam, "You still have two more bites" Sam groaned and awkwardly (with Deans hand still on his chest) scooped up another bite. He tried to eat it with more difficulty then before and Dean watched out of the corner of his eye. Sam chocked gagged for a second and Dean felt Sam's chest heave from the effort, finally Sam got it down.
"Silly putty" he murmured then looked at Dean who had quickly turned to his food. Sam thought about pushing the rest of the fish away, or off the counter. He gritted his teeth, and felt Dean's hand, truthfully it made Sam feel secure so he decide to take the last bite and make Dean happy. Sam bit down and started the process of trying to eat again, but it didn't go as well-if you call the first two bites 'well'- Sam started choking then coughing, Sam lean a bit forward hacking.
"Sam?! Sammy!" Dean stood next to Sam his other hand on Sam's back, Sam kept hacking his body shacking and leaning forward till blood was all over Sam's plate, his chin and the counter.
Sam stopped and weakly pushed his plate away, "no more"
"Of course" Dean said with a reassuring squeeze, like he was gonna force Sam to eat after it almost caused him to cough up a lung, even though Sammy didn't seem to need his lungs…
Dean left Sam's side for a second and got a damp warm rag and started to wipe Sam's face. Sam took the rag from him finished wiping his chin.
"Let go watch TV." Dean suggested and Sam nodded. Sam got up and Dean leaned to help him,
"I'm okay" Sam said pulling away
"Yeah sure, but I want to make it to the TV. before I'm old" Dean replied
Sam sighed and leaned on Dean and they made their way to the couch. They sat down and started watching some drama. Dean placed his hand on Sam's chest again, instead of grunting annoyed or moving it Sam complied; it steadied him a bit and he felt comforted to have his brother near.
Sam started to drift off, when the door slammed open, "Dean!" Kevin's voice called frantically
Sam turned -having a better view of the door then Dean- and saw Kevin hauling a limp body, "Cas!" Sam shouted.
Alright next chapter the plot might get more of a move on…. maybe ;)