Nothing Short of Invincible.
Part Four.

Sam dialed the three numbers with shaking hands, bringing the phone to his ear and closing his eyes.

"I need an ambulance now, it's my brother..." He began, awaiting the operators further instructions.

Before he got a chance to explain what was wrong, he heard the pained shout of his brother echoing from the bathroom.

"Sir? Are you still there?"

Torn between waiting for an ambulance and tending to his older brother, Sam wasn't paying attention to the woman on the other end of the phone line. Another groan from Dean, followed by the sound of something, or someone, falling over sealed Sam's decision.

"I'm bringing him in myself" he hurriedly replied, before ending the call and throwing it down onto his bed whilst half sprinting the few steps to the bathroom, finding Dean curled up on the floor.

"Fell..." he mumbled, closing his eyes when Sam placed a hand on his bare shoulder.

"Up we get", Sam said, wrapping his arms around Dean and hauling him onto his unsteady feet.

Sam managed to get the semi-conscious Dean to the bed with unnerving ease, letting Dean fall onto the soft blankets as he grabbed the keys to the Impala along with the first hoodie he could find from his own bag and turning back to his half naked brother.

The younger hunter held the hoodie with both hands, running his eyes once more over the purple rash splotched over his brother's abdomen, biting his lip so hard he thought he might draw blood.

"Arms up." Panic edged his wavering voice as he pulled the grey hoodie over Dean's head and down to his waist, watching it's length slip easily over his brother's smaller body.

"S'bad?" Dean slurred, staring up at his brother with unfocussed fever dulled eyes.

Sam didn't answer, his lips pursed into either his bitch-face or brood-face (Dean couldn't quite tell the difference, either way it definitely wasn't a good sign) and grabbed Dean tightly around his middle, pulling him off the bed.

It was a struggle to get the the car, Dean mumbling incoherent words in an attempt to reassure Sam, but to be perfectly honest, Sam didn't really have time to think about as he half dragged, half carried his older brother across the gravel outside.

It was raining.

Of course it was raining.

Since when did anything, even the little things, go right for the Winchesters?

Sam huffed as he reached the Impala, peering awkwardly through his rain soaked hair that was now plastered to his forehead before wrestling Dean into the front seat. Once Sam had Dean in the front he realised that he probably should have put him in the back, but it was too late to move him now.

When Sam climbed in and looked over at his brother, he noticed Dean's head motionless against the window, eyes closed and droplets of either sweat or raindrops rolling down his temple.

Sam scrubbed his own hair back messily with one hand, swearing aloud as he reversed out of the motel parking lot as fast as the car would physically go.

Dean cried out when the car sped over a bump in the road, the movement making his head bang. He was pretty sure his brain was going to start leaking out of his ears any minute now. Sam breathed a brief sigh of relief, removing his eyes from the dark road just long enough to notice that Dean's eyes were open a fraction. At least he was conscious.

"How you holdin' up?"

Dean tried to move, groaning when he felt the tightness in his neck. He gave up attempting to turn around in his seat, pressing his burning forehead against the window instead.

"I'm fine, Sam. Just...let me sleep." Dean squirmed against the leather when a shiver crawled down his spine.

His personality was interchangeable whenever he got sick, Sam knew that much. He could go from a pain in the ass authoritarian big brother to a clingy, whining 5 year old in three seconds flat. It was only now Sam was speeding down a pitch black road with rain splattering over the windscreen, panic gripping every cell of his body, that he discovered a sharp, sinister edge to Dean's behaviour.

Sam knew the hospital wasn't much further, he'd made a mental note when they arrived a couple of days ago just incase anything happened. Hunters could never be too careful.

Dean mumbled something, making Sam's grip on the steering wheel subconsciously tighten.

"S'mmy...I d'nt..." Dean forced out, the hum of the engine rattling through his aching body. Sam heard his brother clear his throat and deliriously attempt to continue.

"I don't...feel so...so good, Sam."

Sam instinctively pulled over to the side of the road, assuming Dean was experiencing another wave of nausea. He soon realised he was wrong.

In the same second that he removed his hands from the wheel, content that it was safe enough to care for his brother, he felt his mouth fall open in shock.

Terror hit him like a punch, and he found himself momentarily paralysed as he observed his brother's eyes roll back. Sam practically threw himself across the small distance between him and the older hunter, attempting to hold down Dean as he thrashed uncontrollably in his seat, overcome by the seizure.

He knew he was probably doing everything wrong, but what else could he do?

Swearing repeatedly, he cursed every second his brother was convulsing beneath his strong arms for feeling like a lifetime.

When Dean stilled, Sam pressed two shaking fingers against his clammy neck, letting out a hurried breath he didn't even know he was holding when he felt the steady throb of a pulse. The 27 year old before him appeared so small, curled awkwardly against the leather.

Sam pulled himself back to his own side of the car and floored the gas, literally thanking God that the hospital was just around the corner, slipping in a silent prayer that once they'd arrived Dean would be fine.

TBC
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