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Sams could see nothing but utter darkness, his own limbs invisible in the black hole that had engulfed him; his breath hitched in his throat, the 500 lb weight remained on his chest even in the darkness of death. 'who knew death would be so painful' he thought to himself, trying to glance around, to see if there was any sign of his mother, the one person he thought would be waiting for him. He turned his head from side to side still met with darkness, only to realize, to his humiliation, that his eyes were shut tight.

Opening them slowly, not sure of what was going to be in front of him, either the gates of hell or the gates of heaven. He was surprised to be met with the bright light of the hospital, violently flooding his vision, vanishing the darkness as he struggled to breathe. His breath continuously hitching in the back of his throat, he could faintly hear the cries of his brother as he felt the bile begin to rise from his stomach.

Sam unconsciously lifted his head, trying to clear his airway, but instead making the passage way accessible for the bile that was brewing. He coughed violently as he could feel the burning in the back of his throat rise up and exit through his mouth. He could do nothing but watch as the neon green vomit spilled out of his mouth and onto his chest.

Two hands came in front of his mouth, making a feeble attempt to stop the vomit that had already left its mark of destruction.

It felt like forever for his stomach to finally be empty, the dry heaves replacing the green vomit, causing the young hunter to wince with every violent attempt to continue vomiting.

Finally Sams stomach had had enough, allowing the young Winchester to take deep breaths in, his lungs grateful for the oxygen they were deprived of, as he lay his head back down, not caring about the putrid mess that covered his chest.

He could hear his brothers voice once again in the distance, his soothing words helping Sam to relax, as he tried to sit up, the realization that he had not only just thrown up all over himself, but also had managed to fill Deans cupped hands with the green vomit, just beginning to sink in.

"Sorry Dean" the younger hunter managed weakly, still hiccupping.

"What for this?! Please Sammy you've done worse than this before."

Sam tried to smile, to joke back, but his stomach felt like it was gearing up for round two. He watched as the nurse come in and started to clean up the mess he had made, providing Dean with a towel and plastic bag to clean up his own hands. The young Winchester wanted to move, to help out; by he could do nothing, his body not ready to respond to any of his commands just yet, still gaining its strength back.

His brother and the nurse worked together to remove the vomit covered blanket, the nurse placing a new blanket at the end of the bed, along with a set of gowns that Sam could change into. The hunter sighed inwardly, he was going to have one hell of a time changing into those gowns, and he wasn't looking forward to the nurse, or Dean for that matter, seeing his frail, sick body.

Dean noticed his brothers uncomfortable stare at the gowns, his younger brother had always been the more reserved Winchester of the family.

"Thanks for the help, but I can take it from here" He said politely, not wanting Sam to think that he noticed the stare, not wanting his brother to feel shame for his insecurities.

"Are you sure?" the nurse replied, not surprised, most patients didn't enjoy having help being changed, one of the few things that separated them from the completely dependent.

"Ya don't worry about it"

The nurse just nodded, smiling at the two boys as she checked Sam's IV before she left. "Almost done" she said cheerily, hoping to get the young boy on the bed to have some sort of positive acknowledgement, to bring back some sort of life to the young mans dark eyes, knowing vomiting was never a pleasant thing in general, let alone on treatment.

"Good" was the only weak response she received from the young man, as she closed the curtains around the bed, offering some privacy to the two boys.

Dean worked quickly, spreading the gown on the bed, wanting to get the clothes off of his brother, the putrid smell strong enough to make Dean gag from the other side of the room; he couldn't even imagine how his brother was handling the smell so close to his face.

"Okay Sammy, lets do this with out getting any more of that nasty shit on you."

Sam just nodded as his brother propped his bed up and looked at the mess on his chest. Noticing that the new port was posing its first problem, although the shirt could be removed from his body, there was no way to remove the shirt from the IV line that hung from his chest, not until the IV was disconnected from the port. He could see the hesitation in Deans face while looking at the foreign object in Sams chest, having tried to ignore the port as much as he could, not wanting to watch when Sam was first connected, not wanting to watch his brothers blood be drawn back to test that the port wasn't clogged.

Sam knew his brother wasn't one to shy away from blood, but he saw his brother's form waver for the first time at the sight of the needle going into Sams chest, and he hated that he did that to his brother.

"Well Sammy, lets try this out" Dean choked out, not wanting to go near the port, but trying to show that it didn't bother him, he tried to smile at his younger brother, tried to be optimistic, but how could he when his pale, bald brother was laying in a hospital bed covered in his own vomit.

"You know Dean… I can do it." Came Sam's weak voice.

"Come on Sammy, consider this one of those chick flick brother moments that you tend to always want to have." Dean replied stepping closer to his brother.

"No…please Dean… just… I can do it" Sam said tears forming in the corners of his eyes at the thought of his brother seeing his body, the body he was so ashamed of.

Silence came between the boys, neither one knowing what to say, both feeling their worlds crumbling around them, but neither one knowing how to stop the pieces from falling.

"Sure Sam" Dean finally managed handing the clothes over to his brothers trembling hands, "Just call if you need anything"

Sam nodded, accepting the clothes, watching Dean leave, tears falling freely as a small sob followed, the dark hole in his soul growing larger with every tear that fell.

Dean heard the sob, heard his brothers quiet crying, every part of him wanting to tear back through the curtains to help him, but he couldn't bring himself to face his brother.

Anger building with every sob he heard from his little brother, he turned away from the curtain, quickly walking out of the room and down the hall, not stopping until he reached the small one person washroom. His anger spilling out, his fists clenched so tight he could feel his nails biting into his skin.

"Dammit!" he screamed, his own tears beginning to fall, as he took his anger out on the bathroom wall, punching frantically against the painted cement wall, not feeling the pain in his knuckles as he slowly slumped against the cool wall, wanting nothing more than to go and pack Sam's things back up and take his younger brother back onto the road, back to where things weren't so confusing, but he couldn't, he was stuck, completely helpless.

"Dean?"

The older Winchester hastily wiped his eyes, cursing that he hadn't locked the door.

"Get outta here Sammy, can't take a piss with you standing over me, you know, stage fright and all"

Sam didn't smile.

"Dean" came the quiet voice once more, the younger Winchester stepping forward causing Dean to step back, a look of hurt flashing through Sams eyes.

"I won't hurt you" he whispered weakly, "and you won't hurt me"

Dean was stunned and confused by Sams words, "What the hell are you talking about Sam?"

"Dean, listen, I may look like I'm going to croak any minute"

"Don't say that"

"I didn't say I'm going to, just that I look like I'm going to. Dean I know this is hard, but I'm not going anywhere, if the demon can't take me, then neither can this."

Silence once coming between the boys once more, both thinking the same thing, 'But what if it does?' but neither articulating their biggest fear.

"Its not your fault either" Sam whispered once more, taking another step towards his shaking older brother. 'Be Strong for him' he chanted, glad that Dean didn't shy away from his touch.

"There's nothing you could have done to stop this"

"Ya, and there's nothing I can do to help you" Dean said, trying to fight back the waver in his voice, and still the tears that started to fall again.

Sam stared at his brothers pained eyes, amazed at the amount of emotion that seemed to be rolling through him, "You've already done so much, I don't know how I would have lasted this long without you"

"I'm not as strong as you think I am"

"Whoever said I thought you were strong?"

Dean's smile shone through his tears, "Stronger than you IV boy"

Sam laughed, "IV boy? So that's the name I've acquired" he said laughing, the shrill beeping of the IV ringing off the walls of the small washroom.

"Yup, there's your beeper IV boy, time to get you back" Dean replied opening the door for his brother who pushed his IV stand along with him.

"Can't I have a better name?" the younger Winchester whined, glad to see Dean smiling again.

"Nope IV boy suits you" Dean replied placing a hand on Sam's shoulder, leading him back to the Daycare, giving it a small squeeze as the entered the room once more, both brothers feeling like they had glued a little piece of their world back on.

AN: Okay I have officially figured out the next few chapters, I hope you enjoyed, and the next chapter will be up.

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