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When Sam walked back into the room, his eyes went directly to his brother's bed. His brother's empty bed. His heart jumped into his throat.

"Dean?"

A small movement brought his attention to the floor a few feet from the bed. Evidently, his brother had tried to follow him to the car.

"Dean!"

He raced to his fallen brother's side, rolling him gently onto his back to get a good look at his face.

"Dean, hey… Wake up for me, man." He tapped the side of Dean's face gently, then a bit more harshly when he received no response.

After a few heart-stopping moments, Dean's eyes cracked open again.

"S'mmy?" The hopeful and thoroughly relieved voice made Sam want to kick himself for leaving in the first place, though he knew he hadn't had much of a choice.

"I told you I'd be right back, bro. What were you thinkin' gettin' outta bed?"

"…keep you safe…"

"I'm fine, dude. You're the one who needs protecting right now, genius. Did you hurt yourself?" Not even waiting for a response, Sam ran his hands lightly over Dean's ribs, arms, and legs checking for damage the fall might have caused.

"Don' feel so good, S'mmy…"

"I know, man."

"No, don' feel g'd…" Dean knocked his brother's restraining hands away and rolled onto his side, scrambling into the bathroom a few feet away.

Sam winced as he heard the painful heaves Dean had tried to warn him about.

"Oh… Got it."

You've gotta work on your intuition a little, Sam…

With a sigh of resignation, Sam followed his brother into the bathroom.

TBC

I didn't realize how much I missed writing fanfiction! But it's great to be back and thank you all for your support! Please keep the reviews coming, and I will keep the chapters coming. If you have anything in particular you'd like to see happen in this story, feel free to let me know and I'll see what I can do!