Still don't sue me and all that. Thanks for the reviews and such. So, the posting statement is sort of wrong since I posted two in one day. After Tuesday, if it's not finished, then there may be some time between chapters.

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Somehow, before Dean even started running towards it, he knew it was Sam. He knelt at his brother's side, the snow soaking the knees of Dean's jeans. He touched Sam's shoulder and rolled him over.

Sam's face was pale and his lips were slightly blue tinted. He was cold, it seeped from him like it seeped from the ground.

"Sam? Sammy." Dean shook his brother.

Slowly, Sam's eyes opened blearily. As soon as he woke, he started shivering. His breath and heartbeat were fast.

Dean pulled Sam up by his coat. Sam's legs were weak under him and Dean had to drag him back to the car. Sam was out of it. His limbs were stiff and heavy from the cold. Dean brought him to the car and helped him into the passenger side. Sam half passed out again in the car. Dean ran to the other side and jumped in.

He started the car and cranked the heat. Sam shook from cold in the passenger seat. His eyes were closed.

"Sam." Dean grabbed his arm. "Sam, you got to stay with me."

Sam's eyes opened again and he slumped against the window. He wished he would stop shivering, he was tired and his muscles ached from the effort to stay warm. Dean slipped off his jacket and placed it over his brother.

"I got the spirit." Sam stammered.

"And decided to take a little nap in the snow." He impatiently hit the dash for heat.

Sam shrugged weakly.

Dean couldn't tell if Sam's words were actually slurred or if they only sounded that way because of his shivering. Dean tore out of the drive and back onto the road. He pointed the car away from the town and headed down the empty, snow covered road. Sam kept trying to slip back into sleep.

"Sam." Dean loudly said. He looked over at his brother. "Sammy."

Sam forced his eyes open. His shivering had slowed some, but not because he was warming up. His body was growing too tired to keep generating heat. Dean saw the paleness of Sam's face, how his lips still looked blue.

The snow pelted the car and covered everything in smooth white.

"Where are we going?" His words slurred a little more.

"Bobby's."

Sam nodded, too tired and cold to try and figure out why. Sam fought to stay awake, he knew it was important somehow.

Dean pushed up his sleeves as the heat poured from the vents. He wouldn't turn it down until he knew Sam was going to be all right. The four-hour drive to Bobby's seemed longer, even though Dean shaved off forty-five minutes by dangerously speeding on the snowy roads.

Sam was exhausted by the time they pulled into Bobby's driveway. His shivering had slowed only because he was too weak to keep it going. Dean left the car on and called Bobby on his cell.

Bobby came out of the house just as Dean pressed send for the call. Dean turned off the car and jumped out.

"What happened?" Bobby looked at Sam asleep in the car.

Dean could hardly keep his panic under control. "He finished off the spirit, but I found him unconscious in the snow. He got real cold."

Bobby and Dean pulled Sam inside. They brought him to the guest room and placed him on the bed. He was uncoordinated and half conscious.

Dean pulled off Sam's damp jacket and traded his jeans for sweatpants. It was all Sam could do to keep sitting and awake. Bobby ran from the room to get as many blankets as he owned. Dean leaned his brother back on the bed and covered him with the two blankets that were there.

Bobby returned with an armful of blankets and sleeping bags. He and Dean piled them on Sam to try and warm him up.

"How long has he been like this?" Bobby asked as he took Sam's temperature.

"Since I found him, but he kept falling asleep more in the last two hours." Dean didn't take his eyes off Sam as he shivered slightly. "What's his temp at?"

"91." Bobby left the room again.

Dean didn't know how long Bobby was gone, just as long as Sam kept breathing. Bobby returned with a mug of something that steamed.

"Sit him up."

Dean lifted Sam's shoulders and sat behind him. Sam woke slightly. Bobby tipped some of the hot tea into Sam's mouth. He went slow, and after fifteen minutes it was gone. Dean eased Sam back down and tucked the blankets around him.

"Now, we wait." Bobby said and pulled a chair over for himself and for Dean.

Dean sat down and rested his elbows on his knees.

Bobby looked over at him. "What happened?"

Dean shrugged. "We split up, Sam went outside. I found him lying in the snow with the bones burned."

"He can usually take care of himself." Bobby wasn't blaming Dean, he was just saying what was true.

Dean nodded. "I know."

"What about before that?"

He shrugged again. "I guess the last job sort of messed him up."

"What do you mean?"

"Demon got to him. He said it made him think he shot and killed me."

Bobby nodded slightly as he processed what Dean said. He knew it was the condensed version and it was also most likely the version that Sam gave Dean.

Dean glanced back at Bobby. "If he wasn't fit, I never would have let him go out there."

"I know that, Dean, but Sam's always gone his own way."

Dean had to agree. Ever since Dean could remember, Sam's done his own thing. Usually it fit in enough with what Dean and John were doing, but it was always his own. It made him stand out, in all the good ways and all the bad.

Dean and Bobby stayed at Sam's bedside through the night, there wasn't much conversation. Every half hour one of them would check Sam's temperature. For the first couple of hours there was no change. After that, his body temperature went up one degree every hour. A few more times, Bobby tipped warm tea into Sam to warm him from the inside. Towards morning, Sam's breathing eased, the blue faded from his lips and his face got a little color back. His hands and feet remained icy, but he was improving.

Bobby rested a hand on Dean's shoulder and he started awake. "Go on and catch a few hours. I'll stay with him."

Dean shook his head. "No, I'm all right."

"Son, you can't help him if you can't stand yourself." Bobby stated. "He's out of the woods. Go on and get some sleep."

"I'm okay here."

"I'm not asking you, Dean."

Dean looked over at Bobby and saw a flash John's command and concern in his eyes. He nodded and stood. Dean looked back at Sam for a few moments before he left the room. Bobby leaned back in the chair and watched Sam. He stirred a little, the first movement on his own since Dean and Bobby dragged him inside.

Bobby pulled the chair forward and though briefly of getting Dean before he remembered the dark circles under Dean's eyes and the sleep deprived pallor to his face. Bobby didn't want to wake Sam before he was ready, so he just sat quietly and waited.