Sam looked up from his book and glanced at Moira's monitor and then over to Catherine, who hadn't been able to rid herself of the beaming grin on her face since she'd been told that her daughter was having triplets, She was just a little happy

Sam looked up from his book and glanced at Moira's monitor and then over to Catherine, who hadn't been able to rid herself of the beaming grin on her face since she'd been told that her daughter was having triplets, She was just a little happy. Just a bit.

Of course the ramifications of such a discovery on his life as he knew it were probably going to be huge, Sam couldn't see it in him enough to care right now. His brother was going to be a dad! A dad to three kids. At one time. He couldn't say he'd never seen his brother as dad because he had, but…this was huge! Especially if he went further with Moira. Which, he was certain his brother was going to do. If his brother was anything, it was committed.

"Dean's going to be some busy in 7 or so months, huh?"

Catherine literally giggled as she got up to check Moira's chart and read outs. "I know."

The mirth in her voice made Sam smile and return his eyes to his book, but as soon as Catherine's steps quickened on their way to the door reached his trained ears, he looked up and then stood up when he saw the serious look on her once jovial face. "What's wrong?"

"Moira's temperature has risen quite a lot since this morning. " she stated as she pulled the heavy door open. "Her breathing had started to get irregular in the last little bit." Before exiting Catherine turned back to Sam. "I didn't want to say anything until I checked. I'm going to get a doctor, Sam. You need to call Dean."

Sam nodded obediently and then turned on his heels and headed back towards Moira's crib. He ran a slow hand over her fiery red head and pursed his lips when he felt the heat radiate off her like a furnace. Why hadn't he noticed it?

Fishing his phone from his pocket, Sam quickly dialed Dean's number and put it to his ear and when his brother answered he swallowed the lump in his throat and choked out.

"Dean. Moira's sick."

-.-

Little more than 3 minutes later Dean at Moira's door wide eyed and breathing hard. His rubber soled shoes skidded unmercilessly across the linoleum tiles as he took off towards her crib. "Where is she? Did you call the doctor? Where's Catherine?"

Sam looked at his brother, calm voice belittling the fear he felt. "Catherine called the doctor. She should be back-"

"Watch out, Sam." Catherine's voice cut him off. He felt her hand gently push him out of the way before she sidestepped him and allowed a doctor, the same doctor that she had 2 days ago, through. He gently pressed his hand to her forehead and then carefully put the thermometer to her ear, and once it beeped a couple seconds later, he pulled it back and clucked his tongue. "Damn," he turned the thermometer on Catherine and her eyes grew.

"What?!" Dean exploded. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Her temperature has gone up 5 degrees since I took her temperature this morning at 6."

Sam's eyes rose to the clock on the wall. "That was only 2 hours-"

Suddenly Catherine's hand is holding a tiny bottle which Dr. Reeves quickly pushed a needle into. His eyes gleamed with urgency as he pulled the full needle out. Just before the needle pierced Moira' s skin Dean barked and he paused.

"What are you doing?"

The Doctor looked at Dean and then back at the task at hand and put the needle in. "It's an anticonvulsant, Dean. It'll stop the seizure-"

"Seizure!"

"If she was or is going to have one this'll stop or impede it until we can get her fever down."

"And what-what if you don't?"

His question was answered with dead silence and he his face fell. "You can't! You can't let it get that bad! You have to stop it."

Dr. Reeves nodded as he kept his eyes lowered.

"You hear me?"

The doctor nodded again, but didn't raise his head and for some reason that pissed Dean off so much he had the doctors lapels wrapped tightly around his knuckles and was breathing hard into the pale doctors face before he knew what he was doing.

"Dean!"

He quickly pulled back and released the doctor with a meek apology and turned his eyes on Moira again.

"I understand," Dr. Reeves whispered.

Seconds later, he collected the empty bottle from the nightstand and turned towards the door again . "Just keep the faith, Dean. "

Once he had disappeared around the corner, Catherine whipped sympathetic eyes on him and then took off after the doctor. Once he was alone once more with his brother, Dean collapsed into his chair, spread his legs out in front of him and pinched the bridge of his nose as hard as he could.

"You've just got a lot of your plate right now, Dean. He knows you're just stressed, you didn't mean it."

He just sighed and rolled his head back. Once his neck rested on the back of the chair he opened his bleary eyes and blinked a couple times. "I almost decked the guy, Sam." He blinked his eyes a couple more times and then slowly raised his head. "He's just trying to help and I almost deck him. "

"Don't beat yourself up, Dean. He knows. Don't worry."

But Dean wasn't having any of Sam's reasoning. "I'm going to go see if he'll talk to me a bit about Moira and then maybe go back to Catherine's and hit the sack. I'm exhausted, man."

Sam watched his brother's back until he disappeared around the corner and then turned back to Moira and sighed. His brother only admitted to being tired, never once had he admitted to being exhausted. And usually even tired in Dean words meant "ready to drop," in normal people words; so, his brother must have been running purely on adrenaline for the past couple hours and decided to choice to go before he was forced to go.