A/N: Sorry I haven't updated, so much going on right now lots of Homework and other commitments and stuff so I'm trying my best to update. I hope you like this chapter. I found it really hard to write, that's partly why it took so long (sorry again) but I'm sorry it ends on another cliff hanger… Hope ya like : )

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CHAPTER FOUR

Dean endured Lourie's nonsense for only a little while longer before he was able to get her to leave. He told her he 'really should be watching his brother' and after a little more persuasion she was gone and Dean was left with the only person he wanted to be with.

Sam's cheeks were lightly shaded pink and the rest of him was a mass of ratty blankets and damp jackets. Dean placed a hand on his brother's cheek and flinched at the cold. His brother was improving, but not as fast as he would be if he were in a hospital.

The small human contact between the brothers was enough to wake the youngest one from his sleep. Sam slowly opened his eyes and gazed up at his brother. Dean smiled almost in disbelief that right when he needed his brother was when he decided to wake up. Dean stroked Sam's cheek a few times, excited that his brother was awake even though he knew he needed rest.

"You need anything, Sammy? Anything at all?" Dean asked hopefully. He wanted to do something for his brother.

Sam just shook his head weakly and managed a small cough, "Y-youuv-v d-don-nn-ne ev-ever-y-th-thi-ng…"

No, I've ruined everything.

Dean couldn't even bare to look at his brother when he had so much faith. Sam had so much faith in Dean and Dean felt like he was continuing to let him down. He wanted his brother to be mad at him. He wanted someone to recognize that this was his entire fault, and if he hadn't been such an ass to his brother none of this would have happened.

Dean forced a small smile and stroked the top of his brother's head. He looked down at his brother and whispered, "Your gonna be ok, Sammy. Nothing else will ever happen to you."

It wasn't exactly true – that nothing else would ever happen to his brother – but that didn't matter right now. Right now the only thing that mattered is that his brother know – or thought everything was going to be ok. Even if it wasn't.

Sam believed his brother and after his reassurance began to drift back to sleep. Sam's eyes were slipping closed, but Dean never stopped the contact between them. Partly because he was afraid if he did Sam would get scared and partly because he never wanted to let go of his brother. They needed each other equally.

Sam had been sleeping for at least twenty minutes, but Dean remained there stroking him gently, afraid to stop. He didn't notice Marie watching from the doorway as small tears formed in her eyes. She knew this wasn't Dean's fault, but there was so much guilt in him. She didn't think anyone would be able to get through to him.

"Dean." Marie called softly.

Dean turned to Marie and settled for holding Sam's hand as she made her way in to the room.

"Yeah?" he asked.

She knelt down next to the guilt-ridden hunter and said, "It's stopped snowing. The electricity and cell phone services are still down, but the streets are starting to be cleared for ambulances to get to the area. I know a hospital; it's only a couple miles from here. If you want I could tell you how to get there and you could go and come back with an ambulance for Sam, or we could wait for the service to come back. It's all up to you."

Dean looked a little overwhelmed by all the information and simply looked at his brother, unsure what to do. He knew his brother needed to be in an ambulance and going to a hospital, but he was afraid what would happen to Sam's mental state if he woke up and Dean wasn't there.

"I can't leave him." Dean said quietly.

Marie sighed, "You can't take him with you, Dean. And he needs to go to a hospital. We could wait… But we don't know how long it's gonna be until someone comes around here or the phones start working." Dean frowned at Marie's truthful reasoning, "I think that you should go Dean, I'll watch after Sam. I know your going to do what you think is best for you and Sam. Just keep in mind that what he might need most now is a doctor."

Marie was right. Doctor Dean just wasn't going to cut it. He needed modern medicine and machines that can warm him up. Dean now saw the opportunity to get just that. All he had to do was leave Sam for a little while.

"I'm just worried he's gonna get scared." Dean said now looking at Marie.

Marie nodded understanding his concern and answered, "I'll kept an eye on him and make sure I'm here if he wakes up to explain, ok?"

Dean nodded and said, "I'll go in a few minutes, can I just have a little time with Sam?"

Marie smiled and nodded. She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder before getting up and exiting the room. Dean was left alone in the room with the brother he was about to leave.

Dean couldn't wake him. He worried if he did Sam wouldn't fall back asleep and he would have to leave while he was awake. Dean put his hand on Sam's arm while he stroked gently waiting for the right words to come to his tongue even though the words would be heard by no ears but his own.

"Alright, Sam." He whispered, his head bobbing and his mouth hanging open when the words were gone, "I've uh… I have to go and get you an ambulance. Cuz… well… You're getting better, but we still need to get you to a hospital. And I'm gonna be quick… I'll be back before you know I'm gone." Dean paused when he could have sworn he'd seen Sam flinch. He waited for a bigger reaction but when nothing happened he continued taking to no one, "I have to keep you safe. This is the only way I can think to do it. Just… Just don't go getting into any trouble while I'm gone. I'll be back before you know it."

Dean smiled down at his little brother before he found the strength in himself to get himself to his feet and let go of his brother's hand. As Dean stood in the doorway he watched his brother sleep realizing for the first time in a while that he was actually shivering. He knew then that he needed to go. He needed everything possible to be done for his brother.

He left the room and closed the door for the first time of that entire night. He didn't want anyone other than Marie to be coming in and out, not while he wasn't there.

"Marie." He called out gently. Marie turned around and smiled at him with sympathy.

"Don't worry, Dean. No one will go in that room except for me." She said. Dean nodded and wasn't sure why he believed her because he knew he probably shouldn't.

He left the shelter and entered back into the ruthless cold. But he acted like he had before. He pushed the discomfort behind him and forced himself to toughen up in order to do what he needed to do – save his brother.

The snow was a little less then knee deep, which made every step an energy-draining task. Marie had given him directions before he left and as far as he was concerned he was following them perfectly. Pretty soon he started seeing the miracle like hospital signs. He was getting close. Maybe he wouldn't fail his brother completely.

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Marie had been keeping an extremely close eye on Sam's room. She hadn't gone in yet so she wouldn't wake him, but the door was closed and no one had gone in. There was only the one entrance to the room and from her position in the main room she had kept on eye on it. She didn't really feel the need to worry, she doubted anyone would try and go in there. But since she had promised Dean she'd keep on eye on it, she did.

She had a lot of other guests to take care of too. Before Dean had gone she'd asked him if he could get two ambulances, but she stressed only if he could. There were a few other people who could use some medical attention, but they could wait. The most serious was Sam.

She only took her eyes of the room for maybe five minutes when she saw some kids having trouble unfolding and putting the sheets on a cot. Once she had finished helping them she quickly moved back to the spot where she could watch both the door and the other room and when she got there she couldn't believe it.

The door to the room Sam was in was cracked slightly open. She tilted her had slightly to the right and made her way over there slowly. Standing inside over Sam was an unfamiliar figure.

"Hey!" Marie said quietly but with as much sting as if she was yelling.

The figure turned around and stared at Marie. It yawned dramatically and let out a simple, "Yes?"

Marie scrunched her eyebrows together wondering what planet this person was on and the said, "Who are you?"

"I'm Lourie… Who are you?" she said.

Marie couldn't believe she was having this conversation here and quickly said, "I'm Marie and I run this place. Now you can't be in here." Marie was quiet because she had to get the other woman out of this room as quickly as she could without being loud so Sam wouldn't be awoken.

"I can be where ever I please. I'm not like the other people here." Lourie said as she turned around to face Sam again.

"Wait-" Marie said quickly as she reached to grab Lourie's arm and drag her out if she had to. She couldn't be in the room with Sam and definitely couldn't be hovering over him like that. Marie graved Lourie's shoulder and pulled her around to face her.

"I cannot believe you would touch me!" Lourie suddenly burst out.

Marie's facial expression quickly turned from impatient to outraged She couldn't believe what she was hearing or mostly that she was even hearing it. Before she had a chance to respond she heard a soft moaning coming from the couch, she looked down in horror to see Sam's eyes searching around confused and fearful. He made a small whimpering noise that worried Marie and she quickly bent down and put a hand on his shoulder to attempt to comfort him.

"Pathetic." She heard the cruel woman still standing whisper, "My son would never-"

Marie shot her eyes up in Lourie's direction, her gaze powerful enough to kill as she whispered, "Get the hell out, now."

Lourie's eyes widened before she settled for a proud expression as she said, "Fine. I don't know why I'm in here anyway. That boy might make me ill…"

Marie's attention wasn't even on Lourie anymore, which only angered the stuck up woman more. She flipped her hair and exited in a predictably dramatic way, with a slam of the door behind her. Marie continued to stroke Sam's shoulder as she struggled to catch his breath and calm himself.

"Shhh Sam, go back to sleep everything's fine." She encouraged lightly.

Sam shook his head a little and said, "D-de-ean?"

The older woman didn't know how to respond at first but then whispered, "He went out to get help Sam, he's gonna be back really soon. Just-"

"N-no-o-o… N-noooo… He c-can-n't th-they'l-l g-get 'im…"he whispered brokenly in fear that something or more likely someone would hurt his big brother while he was here unable to do anything.

Marie shook her head, "Don't you worry, Sam. Dean's gonna be fine. Just sleep, ok? Just sleep…"

Sam continued to shack his head and try to stutter out Dean's name before sleep had the chance to claim him. Marie was stroking his head now in an almost motherly way and he was fighting as hard as he could to start coherent and aware. His attempts were futile as sleep came as a slightly cold blanket pulling him into nothingness except cold.

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After Marie had gotten Sam back to sleep she left the room and slowly closed the door again, cautious not to wake him. She breathed a sigh of relief and made her way back to her seat. She barely noticed the new resident in the room was a young man about Dean's age who was talking to Lourie.

She realized that they had run out of water bottles for the table and got up to go to the pantry that wasn't too far from Sam's door. She continued to watch it as she got a few bottles out and a few other things they needed.

Meanwhile in the room Lourie hugged her son, extremely happy to have some one of her level to converse with. She gave him two sloppy kisses on each cheek leveling behind traces of her lipstick and motion for him to have a seat on the cot she had claimed for herself.

"Oh dear, you have no idea the nightmare of a night I've had. I can't believe I'm here of all places…" she complained.

"What I don't understand is how you got here..?" Mike questioned

"Well, I was walking home from Martha's house even though I knew when I saw the snow I should have stayed there and when I realized how horrible it was getting I got inside here. I sat here for hours with no one with half our intelligence to talk to. Then finally I went to talk to this boy about your age who was watching over his brother. Poor boy was pretty banged up…" Marie slowed, not thinking Mike would have any interest in the rest.

He surprised her when he suddenly asked, "A boy? How was his brother banged up?" Lourie looked up and saw the familiar twinkle of evil in his eye, which she of course mistook for genuine worry.

"Ohh, he was shivering an bruised all over, his name was… Stan? No, Sam I think. Yes, his name was Sam."

Mike tried to hide his surprise as he looked down at his folded hands, slightly disappointed that if his brother were here it would be hard to finish what he started.

"Where is he?"

Lourie paid no attention to her son's strange questions and simply answered, "He's in that back room over there. I was in there earlier, the brother went out to get help, but that crazy woman Maire or something, has been watching him like a hawk! Can you believe she asked me to leave?"

Mike's expression changed from disappointed to hopeful and he quickly asked, "Which woman? Where is she?"

Lourie pointed to the hallway and said, "She just left she's somewhere in that hallway."

Mike swallowed and said, "How about… I go talk to her; maybe I could go in and watch out for the kid… He could use someone his age to keep him company…"

Lourie smiled at her son placed a hand on his cheek, "You're such a good boy, Mikey. Such a good boy."

He smiled at his mother before standing up and walking to the hallway. There he saw Marie with her head buried in the pantry trying to find something in the back. He smiled to himself, this woman would be easy.

He walked over to her and politely tapped on her shoulder.

Marie turned around quickly and looked at the young man up and down before asking, "Can I help you?"

Mike smiled and nodded and said, "Yes, are you Maire?"

Marie nodded and said, "Yes, wha-"

Before she had a chance to finish her response Mike had already graved her mouth and neck and pushed her hands behind her. She struggled but Mike was strong, wanting to do this quietly, he slowly forced her into the deep pantry and closed the door. Once they were in he slammed her head into the wall Marie lost consciousness right away and Mike laid her down on the floor as not to make anymore noise.

Once he was done he walked out of the pantry and closed the door behind him. He walked back to the big room happy to see that no one seemed to have noticed. He silently thanked the loud children, battery operated radio and guests that didn't seem to care. He winked at his mom and received a smile from her before he turned back to the door, the only thing shielding Sam and slowly opened it. His smile grew when he saw Sam lying there with no one to protect him and slammed the door behind him. And noticed Sam beginning to wake and moan. He locked the door and strode over to the helpless hunter. He ripped the blankets and jackets from him in one swift motion and that was it for Sam. His eyes shot open and saw his nightmares playing in front of him, in real time and color.

"N-n-no y-y-ou-u c-can-n't b-be… p-ple-ase-e…" Sam begged mentally pinching himself over and over. This was real. This was no dream.

Mike smiled and ripped off his own belt and said, "Don't worry, Sammy. The waits over. Let's finish this."

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A/N: Sorry I think there were a lot of typos but I'm tired and really sick of this chapter so ya… Please review! And thank you to everyone that did for the last chapter thanks sooo much : )