They had been in a horrible silence for 10 minutes already. It was like Jo was trying to find what to say. He couldn't tell if she was angry or dumbfounded or both or neither.

"Jo, baby, say something."

"I'm letting what you said sink in."

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm truly, 100% sorry. Please, forgive me."

"How could you cheat on me, Dean?"

"I don't know. I love you, Jo. I still love you more than anything. Castiel means nothing to me."

"Then why do it?"

Dean stayed silent. He coughed and held his now pounding head in his hand. Tears painfully ran down his face. He was growing increasing fatigued. Even just sitting on the bed was making him light-headed and he was shaking lightly. He shook his head even though it was painful. Dean moan. "God—"

"What's wrong, honey?"

"You're not mad? Anymore?" Dean rasped out before coughing hard.

"Oh believe me, I am so pissed right now, but I can't stand to see you like this, baby. You're getting worse. Dean, I love you. I'm upset in what you did extremely upset, but you confessed and I can tell you're truly sorry."

"You should hate me. I hate myself. Why don't you hate me?"

Jo sighed and crawled over closer to Dean and placed the palms of her hands, cupping Dean's jaw before kissing him. Dean looked confused, but Jo had a smile on her face. "I know your weakness, Dean. I think you have already punished yourself enough. You're going to have to give me sometime to trust you again, but I still love you, regardless."

"I love you so much." Dean mumbled. The fever was getting higher and taking a toll on him.

"You're fever has gotten worse. Let me get you a damp rag. You need to sleep." Jo pushed Dean on his back.

"I'm sorry."

"I know you are. I'm going to get you something for that fever then I need to head to the Roadhouse. Mom should be here an minute."

Dean weakly nodded. Jo stepped out and come back with damp hand towel. She placed it on Dean's now sleeping forehead. She heard the doorbell ring. She kissed Dean's cheek then walked downstairs. She picked up a smiley Laney and answered the door. This time it was Ellen. "Hey, Mom."

"Hey, sweetie. Hi there, princess."

Jo smiled and passed Laney on. "Thanks so much, Mom."

"No problem. How is he?"

"Getting worse. His fever spiked. He looks bad."

"I'll look after him."

"Thank you, I should go." Jo said walking out the door.

Ellen walked into the living room and sat Laney in her play pin and she turned on the TV. After a few hours and Ellen fed Laney and put her to bed for her afternoon nap. She hadn't heard anything coming from Jo and Dean's room, so she just thought he was still sleeping. She fixed him something small for when he wakes up, if he's hungry then she sat back on the couch and watch more TV.

Not even a half an hour passed before she heard a loud thud coming from upstairs. She got up and quietly ran upstairs to Dean's bedroom. He had fallen off the bed and managed to get on his hand and knees before vomiting on the ground.

He was still throwing up when Ellen come into his room. Ellen crouched down and rubbed Dean's back until the vomiting turned to dry heaves that turned to gagging then he was just panting and sweating. "Ellen?"

"Dean, it's ok. I'm right here. Let's get you back into bed."

"I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry, sweetheart. Ain't my fault you're sick. Now, you need a new shirt."

Ellen helped Dean on the bed. Dean slowly nodded and painfully took off his shirt. Ellen looked in the drawers and found Dean a plain white t-shirt and turned around to find Dean staring at her with glassy eyes. Then his eyes rolled in his head and fell backwards on to the bed with his arms and legs flailing, he was having a seizure. "Dean? Sweetie?"

After just a few seconds, Dean's body relaxed and was unconscious. Ellen grabbed Dean's phone off the bedside table and dial 9-1-1.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"My…my son-in-law just had a seizure. He…he had been sick all day today he had a high fever and his fiancé been trying to bring it down."

"Calm down, Miss. What is his name? What is your name?"

"His name is Dean, Dean Winchester. I'm Ellen Harvelle."

"Ok, Ellen. Where is your location?"

"Right across the street from the Roadhouse."

"How is he doing?"

Ellen looked over to Dean, shirtless sweaty, unconscious, limp, almost lifeless body. "He's unconscious."

"We have a paramedic coming to your location."

"Thank you."

"I'm going to hang up now."

"Thank you again."

Ellen heard Laney waking up. She walked into the nursery. Laney was crying. "Hey there, baby girl. Did we wake you?"

Ellen scooped Laney up in her arms and grabbed her phone and called the Roadhouse.

"Harvelle Roadhouse, this is Sam."

"Sam, it's Ellen."

"Hey Ellen, how's Dean?"

"Paramedics are on their way over to the house. Dean had a seizure and he fever won't go down."

"Oh my God, I'll tell Jo right now. I can see the paramedics right now."

"Tell Jo to meet me at the hospital."

"Alright, I'm going to close the Roadhouse."

"No, Sam stay there."

"He's my brother, Ellen."

"Alright fine. I gotta go."

Ellen hung up and opened the door to let the paramedics in. She led them to Dean who was waking up. Ellen hadn't cleaned up the vomit yet. One of the paramedics ran over to him. "Sir?"

"it's Dean." Ellen said.

"Dean? Are you with us?"

Dean blinked incoherently. His eyes were glassy. One of the paramedics sat him up. Dean tried to stand up but fell back onto the bed before emptying his stomach again on the floor.

The paramedic just rubbed Dean's shirtless back. "Let it all out, Dean."

Once Dean was done he moaned. Ellen heard the front door open and footsteps run up the stairs. Ellen had put Laney in her nursery so she could keep an eye on her and Dean.

She ran to the top of the stairs to stop Jo. "Where's Dean?"

"Paramedics are with him right now. There are about to move him to the truck."

"I have to see him."

Sam came up the stairs. "Come on, Jo. Let's get out of everybody's way."

Jo just looked at Sam then followed him downstairs. Ellen walked back into the bedroom. He was holding his head in his arms. He looked up at the paramedics.

"I have to get to the bathroom." Dean panicked.

"You have vomited twice on the floor." Ellen said.

"Unless you guys want to clean piss off the floor, clothes, and bed, then you better get me to the damn bathroom." Dean coughed.

One of the paramedics helped Dean up and also help him use the bathroom. Once the came back Ellen had managed to wipe away some of the bile and vomit on the ground.

"He needs to go to the hospital now. He's getting worse."

The other paramedic nodded. "Dean? Can you walk?"

Dean nodded but held his throbbing headache and the coughed hard and dry.

Ellen walked into Laney's nursery to get out of the way. She watched as a paramedic helped Dean walk down the stairs and outside and into the truck.

She walked downstairs where Sam was about the walk out the house. "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Take Laney with you. I have to clean the bedroom. I have to notify Bobby about Dean. We'll meet you at the hospital later. I just can't keep my eye on Laney and clean. She can't be around those kinds of chemical.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. How bad is it upstairs?"

"Well, he threw up until there was nothing left to throw up."

"Poor guy. Well, I should head out now." Sam said scooping Laney up.

"I hope he gets better by the wedding."

"If I know, Dean, he will mask that pain. He hates hospitals. The only reason he is going right now is because he knows he's sick. Once is stable and conscious he'll be out of there.