A/N: Gooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! Sorry for the delay but my god! After watching the mid season finale last night with the guys! We were busy anything proofing the bunker! And I couldn't focus! If you guys haven't seen it, fret not. I don't like spoilers, so yeah. But OMG! Dean isn't happy right now, we locked Kevin in a closet, Cas is Cas, Poor Sammy is just plain lost, then there's me a big raging mess! Anywho. The guys are all in bed right now sleeping, after I spiked their drinks (it had to be done!). So here I is typing away. By the way if you wondering why Cas was acting like a cat, he wanted to know why cats found yarn so fascinating. It was quite amusing! So guys, when we last saw our heroes, the monster has been revealed! A Rifter! Oh man! Sam got sicker, now he's hurt! Dean's not going be letting out of his sight when this all over! Let's go see what goes on!

Enjoy!

All mistakes are my bad but I blame the mid season finale!

How to kill a rifter

The next morning

The next morning found Bobby and John at the kitchen table researching on how to kill the rifter. They weren't having much luck.

John sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face.

'If Sam were able he'd have this research done and Dean would be back to normal.' John thought. 'Speaking of Dean..'

"I'm going to check on the boys." John said.

Bobby just nodded and buried himself in another book. John got up and headed towards Sam and Deans room. He knocked lightly in case they were still asleep. He slowly opened the door and smiled at the sight in front of him.

Dean was curled up next to Sam hugging his large in his like a teddy bear. Both boys were sound asleep. Well Dean was. Sam was a little restless. When Sammy got more agitated Dean rubbed Sam's arm in comfort. John smiled again as his youngest settled at Dean's touch.

Dean sensing a presence watching him, he released Sam's arm and went to reach for his knife under the pillow. He stopped when he realized it was his father.

"Dad? What's wong (wrong)?" Dean asked.

"How's Sammy doing this morning?" John asked sitting in the chair next to the bed.

As soon as John asked that question Dean sprang into his 'momma' and 'protect Sammy' modes. He placed his tiny hand on Sam's forehead and was glad his fever didn't spike, but wished it had gone down a little. It still felt the same. He also checked the wounds. The cuts need cleaning and re dressed. John watched proudly and sadly as his oldest took care of his baby er Dean's baby rather. John was never able to stake a claim on Sam, so he just watch Dean work.

After Sam was taken care of for the moment, Dean reluctantly left his side to take a bath since he was too small for to take a shower. He then joined his father and Bobby at the kitchen table for research.

"So anything gentlemen?" Bobby asked.

"Zip." Dean replied. Research wasn't his bag. It was his baby brother's thing.

"Nothing. How the hell do we kill this thing?" John sighed fraustrated.

"To kill it we have to make sure the hour glass in it's heart is damaged or broken. Then salt and burn it." A weak voice said.

The three turned and noticed a sick and hurt Sam in the doorway. John rushed over and lead Sammy to the table and helped him sit down.

"Sammy! What awe you doing out of bed!? You'we sick and huwt!" Dean scolded.

"Sorry Dean. But I needed to help." Sammy said breaking into a coughing fit. When it was over, Bobby handed him a bottle of water and Sam was grateful for the cold liquid as it soothed his throat. "Since the rifter is a combination of a wendigo and time shifter, fire could kill it but the hour glass it has needs to be destroyed for it to completely die. If the hour glass remains in tact then the rifter can regenerate. Time shifters carry an hour glass in their hands, but rifters have it embedded in their hearts for safety...cough cough cough...we already now how to kill wendigos, so I'm sure you guys will figure out the rest."

"Damn stwaight we will! Now back to bed young man!" Dean ordered.

Sam didn't argue. He felt like complete shit. So he let his dad help him back to bed with Dean on his heels. The two re checked Sam's wounds and tucked him back into bed after giving him his meds.

Dean sat down next to his Sammy on the bed and refused to leave. John smirked at the over protectiveness. His oldest had always been over protective where Sam was concerned, and it grew over the years. John decided that Sammy was in good hands and left Dean to it.

About an hour later a nasty storm had hit.

"Looks like we're stuck here until that storm goes." Bobby said.

John nodded. "I hope Sammy will be okay for the time being. There's no way we can drive in this."

"Agreed. I'm sure Dean's mother henning will keep Sam stable for now." Bobby said.

"I hope so." John muttered. "I hope."

"DAD! COME QUICK!" Dean's voice shrieked down the hall.

John and Bobby raced down the hall and burst into the boys room! They at the state of their youngest.

Dean jumped when the thunder crashed. He was never afraid of storms but Sam used to be. He still was. Dean would sometimes see Sammy jump when the thunder rolled or wince when lighting flashed. When Sam was getting restless Dean storked his hair in the age old comfort.

Sam got restless when the storm hit. He wanted to toss and turn but his chest pulled the stitches and made the pain worse. He felt Dean storking his hair in comfort and he let it send him back to oblivion. Unaware of the panic noe going on.

Dean placed his hand on Sammy's forehead again to check his fever once more and gasped. It had skyrocketed! And his breathing was laboured.

"DAD! COME QUICK!" Dean shrieked.

Dean heard his dad and Bobby burst in and gasp. John rushed to Sam's side and felt his forehead and yanked it back like he had been burned. John also didn't like the way Sam was breathing.

Bobby had gently moved Dean aside and checked Sam's wounds. He swore under breath.

"John. Sam's got an infection." Bobby said.

"Shit! That's the last thing he needs!" John swore.

"Dad? What'll we do? We can't go out in the storm and Sam's not strong enough to fight an infection." Dean asked worried out of his mind as climbed back on the bed.

"We'll do the best we can to care for him until we go and get the help he needs." John said.

Bobby and John had set out to help their youngest in any way possible and keep him stable until the storm let up enough to let them go and get help.

Soon Sammy wound were opened cleaned throughly as can be, re stitched, re dressed, an IV was in his hand, he had an oxygen mask on hooked up to a portable tank. Their youngest was a mess.

Dean refused to leave him now. Even when the monster came back and they were now face to face.

Uh oh! Sammy's in dire need of help! And bad monster! Bad!

Until Next Time! *walks around the bunker and checks on my kiddos* At least their asleep.