Sun Burn Chapter 4

Sam struggled desperately to wake Dean.

"Dean! Dean! Oh God, Dean please, Wakeup. Come on you can't give up now. Don't leave, don't you ever leave me! You don't ever get to do that to me. "

Dean coughed, his eyes fluttering open.

"Dean?"

Dean glanced at him in confusion, then at the ground.

"Can we rest here for a bit?" He murmured.

In spite of the heat, Sam managed a meager chuckle. "Unbelievable," he mumbled.

"Yea, sure Dean. Of course." Dean smiled back weakly as his eyes fluttered closed. It was then that Sam really took a good look at his withered older brother. His eyes had sunken into his skull, and had fallen into tiny black pools that hung below them. His skin was grey and slightly wrinkly, like an old tee that's been sitting in the drier for too long.

And when he went to clasp Dean's arm in his grasp, the skin was loose and leathery at his touch. It felt as if he was stroking a blood hound. Sam watched as Dean's chest rapidly rose and fell. Sleep had over him but Sam needed to wake him soon. He couldn't let him sleep for long, not in this heat.

And wished that he could follow his brother into oblivion, but he needed to keep watch, to keep and eye over Dean and assure that they didn't rest for too long. Or, incase Dean's breath ceased in his sle- no, he told himself. He wouldn't allow the thought to cross his mind. He stared off into the sun but was unable to meet its menacing gaze. The buzzing heat sizzling around him made the air surrounding him feel as soft and welcoming as a pillow. It was something he could just fall into.

Then the next thing he knew was the ground burning against his face. The sky was a gentle orange, he noticed as he stared up at it.

The sun was setting.

Sam had fallen asleep, and as he came to realize this, panic ceased any sane thought from escaping into his mind. Worsening when he realized that Dean still hadn't woken from his slumber.

"Dean? Dean!" Sam fretted, gently shaking his older brother's shoulders.

"Errm," Dean grunted. Sam sighed in relief. Dean peered up at the sky through the slits his eyes. They then grew impossibly wide in his condition. The whites of them stood out broadly amongst his newly greyed eyes.

"You let me sleep 'till noon?" He asked irritably.

"You needed the sleep, Dean," Sam lied. Not meeting Dean's gaze.

"Well, we've got to get going now," his voice cracked as he pushed himself to his feet. Sam stopped him with a hand to his chest.

"Oh no, Dean. You wouldn't make it one mile in the freezing old. We rest here for tonight." Dean glared at him tiredly, but unable to do much else.

And Sam couldn't believe that he wished for Dean's outraged voice bark back orders for him to get his ass moving.

But Dean was too weak to stand.

Sam saw it when he'd placed his hand upon Dean's chest, he realized that there was really no need to. That Dean had fallen back, and that must have been half the reason that Dean hadn't fought him. That even if Sam had said that they could he'd known that he wouldn't have been able to take a single step forward.

And that they were now officially stuck.

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Dean's POV

Dean felt once again, the cold overlapping him with its icy trendles. It struck him with much mire force then the nigh before. Now he hadn't even the strength to shiver. He couldn't do a single thing to fight back. All he could do was lie there and hand himself over to the bitter night.

There was nothing he could do.

Dean's eyes flickered open, squinting up at the blindingly vivid moon, his head lowered in utter defeat. Somehow he knew that this just might be his last night. He could feel death curling its frigid digits tightly around his very being. But he would never stop fighting. He couldn't; he couldn't do that to Sam.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth spread and cover over his side. He turned his head to find that Sam had sprawled himself across Dean's torso.

Sam stared back at him in defiance and said, "Shut up, Dean. You were cold." Dean sighed as the darkness swarmed across and knitted a soft cotton web of sleep over his senses.

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As Sam woke the next morning he stared off into the dark abyss, that was the underside of his eyelids. It was a moment of numbness, all the pain and weight suddenly gone with the first moment of the day. Then it all came flooding back, like a chink in a dam. He cringed at the sudden pounding within his head. He had to get up and wake Dean. They had to figure this out.

How were they going to make it t safety when Dean couldn't walk?

Author's note: I am almost embarassed at how much time it has been sinse the last time I've updated this story. I'm sorry but homework and life comes first, but if it makes you feel any better, I am always thinking about it. ;) Again, reviews are always appreciated, along with any advice you might have. But please, no flames. If you guys are into wincest, and would like to see some of my writing in wincest, please check out my story Lost because I would like some extra advice for that fic because I don't really like how I've been writing it. Thank you :).