Recap~~

"Dean!" Sam yelled.

"What is it, sammy?" Dean looked at his sharply.

"Sick…" Sam moaned.

Dean sprung into gear, He managed to get him and Sam into the small bathroom before Sam emptied the contents of his stomach onto the rug.

~Sam's pov~

Every retch, was like a stabbing Pain to his head. He wanted to tell Dean what he saw in the visions but every stab was like a blow to his memory and before he passed out

he had forgotten all of it.

Continudddee!!!

"Sammy, you ok bro?" Dean asked. All sam did was colapse in his arms. "AW shit!"

Dean hauled his pain-in-the-ass little brother over to his Bed. He tucked sammy in.

YEa thats right not Sam, Sammy, ever since that night it's ALWAYS been sammy.

The night when his dad put Sam in his care, and he carried him out of the flame's, Sammy become more than his little brother, He was Sammy's protector.

He'd go to hell and back, Go through 40+ years of torure and Sam would still be SAmmy.

He heard a groan, he saw sammy shift onto his side, He cracked open his eyes.

"Sammy" Dean said.

Sam's stomach convulsed and he brought up a surprising amount of some nights take-out up onto his pillow, and then suddenly 22 year old Sam,

became 5 year old Sammy. "'m Sorry..." Sammy wimpered.

"Hey, Hey, Hey.. It's okay, nothing you coulda done to stop it." Dean reasured.

"Common up and attem, Sasquatch." Dean help his little brother over to his(dean's) bed. He placed a trashcan next to it, his eyes met with Sam'. Sam got the picture.

"so'k sammy." Dea said again, as he stripped the pillow case and the sheets balled 'em up and threw 'em into a pile in the corner of the room. He can get them cleaned

Later. "So sammy, about that vision..?" It seamed that even at the mention of it scared sam. AS he continued to whimper. "Shhh sammy, we don't hafta talk about it if ya

don't want to..." Dean half-lied.

"T-Thats not i-it, De" Sam whispered. "it's just, after every time my head pound's i seam to l-lose my memory, of all the visions i se---" Sam ubruptly stopped.

STared wied eyed at dean. "Dean all the people we aren't saving, there all gonna die! DEAN WHAT"RE WE GONNA DO-!?" Sam bro of into a fit of coughing.

"W'll Sammy, first off there will be no more outburst," Dean said as he patted SAm's back.

"Secoond, we are doing nothing, until dad gets here,..." Dean said quietly.

"Dad's coming..? Great now i'm really gonnna be sick.." Sam graoned.

"This isn't a joking time SAM." Dean bit back.

"Whose jokin?" Sam said as his laced both his arms around his abdomen, he gurgled.

"Deeeee-" He plea half cut off.

"Shh, sammy, getting all muscle-tight and upset will make it worse.." Dean cooed.

"Just breath sammy, Breath deap, and if you're gonna puke, it's okay. I'm right here we have trashcans, and if you miss so what. We'll get one of the maid's to clean it up,

but not that really smokin' one, ya know the one that was givin you the eye..." Dean raised his eye brows up and down. Tryin to lighten the mood so sammy would feel

better. But all it did was earn a half-smirk a retch and more vomiting.

"Sammy, Try to breath." He noticed sam struggling. It wasn't coming out fast enough.

Sam was going to choke in his own spew, his face, lips and, fingernails turning a blue gray.

Dean dragged sam over into the bathroom,

'Boi, is this gonna suck' Dean thought out lo0ud.

"sorry sammy." Dean apoligised in advance.

He brought Sammy next to the bathtub/shower,

And gave sam the heimlick.

Sam made the most repulsive noise Dean thought that he would puke himself.

Sam quickened but hey! At least he was breathing..

~KNOCK KNOCK~

"Dean! Sam!!!" You in there!? OPen up!!!!"

"Thank god...

Dad"