Thanks for all the reviews! And yes, I'm shamlessly promoting my newest fic Captured, where Dean returns from hell but can't find Sam, and Sam is being tortured by some demons. I've been wanting to work on this storyline for a long time and I'm excited about it. I know why people aren't reviewing is because it's a new story, lol. Which is why I'm promoting it :) And updating one of my other ones! :)


Dean just sat in front of the sleeping Sam. Sam had epilipsy. He couldn't grasp that. The idea was impossible to him, and yet it was real. Sammy was sick. He couldn't save him. Sam slowly woke up, his eyes blurred. But he still saw Dean.

"Dean? Where am I?" He didn't recoginze this strange new place. Dean straightened up.

"Sammy?" Relief filled him momentarily. "We're at a friend's of Bobby's place."

Sam nodded.

"What happened?"

"What do you remember?" Dean asked him carefully and he frowned.

"I remember getting trying to go to the shower..." His voice sounded so weak. So un Sam like. It still scared Dean to hear him so fragile, so vulnerable. "And than...that's it."

"You fell," Dean told him. "Trying to walk was a really stupid thing to do, Sammy," he said. He had been tense for so long, he needed to release that anger. And Sam turned out to be the punching bag.

"I hate not being able to do anything," Sam mumbled his protest. "Being so weak and...pathetic. So helpless."

"I hate that too," sighed Dean. "Nto about the pathetic part. About seeing you so weak." He cleared his throat. "Sammy, I need to tell you something."

Sam looked at him, so innocently and trusting that it tore Dean apart to try and have to tell his brother this.

"You...you hit your hard pretty hard. We went to your friend to get a catsakn after you had a seizure."

"I had a siezure?" Sam looked surprised, and Dean slowly nodded.

"We found out..." Dean paused, unsure of how to tell his brother this. "We found out you had epilipsy."

Sam stared at him.

"Epilipsy?" Shock took over his voice. "What do you mean, I have epilipsy? I mean...how can I have epilipsy?"

"It's my fault, Sammy," Dean said softly. "And I'm so sorry. On the way home from the groceries I stopped at a local bar. If I hadn't stayed I would have gotten home faster and helped you too the shower. I'm so sorry." Tears filled his eyes.

As shaken as he was by this turn of events Sam knew his brother needed comforting more than he did. He took Dean's hand, trying to calm his breath.

"Dean, this isn't your fault. None of this is. You have to stop blaming yourself."

"Yeah, especially since you're the sick one," Dean snorted but nodded. "Thanks Sammy," he murmured. "You always know what to say." He shook his head. "I don't deserve you for a brother."

"Dean," he sighed. "That's not true."

"No, it is. You're so much better than I am, Sammy. A better person. I'm lucky to even no someone like you, much less be their brother."

Sam smiled weakly.

"You're a better person than you give yourself credit for, Dean," he said. It was still hard for him to talk but thankfully he was starting to sound like himself. Dean gave a laugh and a smile.

"Thanks, but that's a bunch of bull."

"It's true, though," Sam protested. "How many people do you know would go through hell for their brother? For family? Not many would sell their soul like that Dean."

"I was just being selfish there, really," Dean admitted. "I wasn't trying to be knoble or anything. I just couldn't live without you Sammy. I just couldn't."

Sam smiled at that. His mind was still trying to grasp the idea that he had epilispy. He was sort too shocked to really register what Dean had told him, so concentrating on something else-like Dean's self esteem-helped.

"I know the feeling," he said softly, and shook his head. "I don't care what you say. You are more important than you think you are. And apparently God seems to think so too." He smiled truimphantly. Dean opened his mouth to protest when Sam's hand shook in Dean's hand.

"Sam? Sammy?!" Dean's eyes widened in fear as Sam began to convulse in yet another seizure, foam spilling from his mouth. "Sam?? Sammy!"

Short, and not nearly as descriptive as most but hey, it's the holidays and I'm tired. lol. And I decided to make this chapter a fluffy brotherly moment chapter, cause I enjoy writing those :)