Hey everyone! I have an update ready for you, a day earlier than I thought I would have it. Hope you like it.

Cindy.

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The Next Morning

"You boys about ready to hit the road?" John queried as he entered the motel room, having loaded up his truck with his duffel bag and weapons.

"Just about, Dad," Daniel answered, stuffing a pair of jeans into his bag.

"I would like to get to Blue Earth by tomorrow, so let's get a move on," John instructed.

"Are the others ready?" Dean questioned as he came out of the bathroom, his toiletry bag in hand.

"Yep. They're over at the diner grabbing some coffee for the road. Is Sam's stuff ready?" John asked.

"Already in the Impala," Daniel said, slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder and heading for the door.

John watched as Dean followed Daniel out the door then he moved to the bed where Sam lay. He wasn't sure if Sam was sleeping, but if he was, it was time for him to wake up. They needed to keep moving until he could get his family to Minnesota, where Pastor Jim awaited them. John reached out and grasped Sam's shoulder, but drew his hand back when he felt unnatural heat radiating from his youngest son. He placed the back of his hand against Sam's forehead, his eyes narrowing with concern. Sam moaned softly and John moved his hand to the boy's cheek and patted it lightly, watching as Sam's eyes fluttered open. Sam moaned again, his brow creasing as if he were in pain. John moved his hand around to cup Sam's neck and gently lifted him up from his pillow, drawing in a quick breath when Sam cried out and grabbed his head with his hands, his eyes scrunched tightly closed. Sam rocked back and forth, not seeming to know that his father was even there. John looked up when the door to the motel room opened and called to his sons as they entered the room.

"Dean…get Joshua. Something's wrong! Daniel, get me a cool cloth…Sam's burning up!"

Dean rushed from the room, but not before shooting a concerned glance at his baby brother. Daniel was back from the bathroom in an instant, a wet, cool washcloth in his hands. He dropped down on the opposite side of the bed and handed the cloth to his father, his heart pounding as he listened to Sam's agonized cries. He took over holding Sam, laying him back against the pillows that John had hurriedly piled behind him. John tenderly tried to pull Sam's hands away from his head, not wanting to hurt the boy, but needing to do something about the fever that wracked his body. Finally, between the two oldest Winchesters, they were able to get Sam situated with the cloth on his forehead. Sam moaned pathetically and it was clear that he was in considerable pain.

"Where is your brother and Josh?" John cried as he eyed the door.

Just then, the door burst open and Dean rushed in, Joshua hurrying behind him. Caleb and Bobby soon followed, standing back from the bed and watching as Joshua pushed John out of the way and sat next to Sam. Sam was shaking as Joshua checked him over, the boy whimpering as he weakly thrashed on the bed.

"How long has he been like this?" Joshua queried, his gaze falling on John and Daniel.

"I don't know. I came over to wake him up and felt how hot he was. He started moaning then came awake and grabbed his head," John answered, his voice shaking with worry.

"What's wrong with him, Josh?" Dean asked from his position behind Daniel.

"I don't know. How long has he had this rash?" Joshua answered, his hands holding a moaning Sam's arm, fingers ghosting over a nasty rash that had formed on Sam's forearm.

"Sh*t! I have no idea. It's right where the mosquito bit him earlier," Daniel replied, his hand cupping Sam's cheek, thumb rubbing softly over his face.

"Mosquito? When?" Joshua queried.

"Um…yesterday. Right after that a**hole called," Daniel said.

"That's too soon for it to be from the mosquito," Joshua said under his breath.

"What? What could he get from a mosquito?" Dean asked.

"Well…West Nile virus for one. Encephalitis is another," Joshua answered.

"Are they bad?" Dean queried, eyeing his brother nervously.

"They can be fatal," Joshua replied, gazing at his friend apologetically.

Both Dean and Daniel paled at this and they jerked their attention to John, who seemed even paler than them. John dropped down on the other bed, leaning to the side so that he could see around Joshua. "How long does it take to show symptoms of one of those after being bitten?" he asked fearfully.

"It depends, but longer than a day," Joshua answered.

"So, what else could this be?" Caleb asked, his eyes looking more worried with each whimper that Sam emitted.

"I don't know. It could be a lot of things. If it had been longer since the mosquito bit him, I'd say it would most likely be Encephalitis. Headache, rash, fever…those are all symptoms, but…I just don't know."

"Should we take him to the hospital?" Daniel queried, his fingers brushing softly through Sam's sweat soaked hair.

"I don't know…sh*t, what's happening here?" John answered gruffly.

The phone suddenly rang, causing the men to jump from the unexpected noise. John's hand whipped out and grabbed the receiver up. "What!?" he cried into the phone.

"John, how's it going?" the voice on the other end queried.

"Who the hell is this?" John spat, knowing without a doubt that the person on the phone was the one responsible for Sam's suffering.

"You know, I 'm a bit hurt that you and your son don't remember me. You destroyed my life, I would think that you would at least have the courtesy to remember who I am," the voice hissed.

"I'm going to rip you apart, you son of a bitch! Tell me who you are!" John demanded, the other men in the room eyeing him cautiously.

John reached over and pushed the speaker phone button then placed the receiver back on the phone. "So, John…how is Sam doing? He feeling alright?" the man asked, an amused tone to his voice.

"You bastard…what have you done!?" Dean screamed, his hands curling into tight fists at his sides.

"Ah, you've put me on speaker. I assume that's Dean?" the man said.

"What have you done to my son?" John queried, his voice low and dangerous.

"Me? I haven't done anything. Oh, I may have requested a favor from a friend or two. Now, you didn't answer my question…how is our little Sammy doing?" the hateful voice queried.

"Don't you fucking call him that, you bastard! You had better call off your demons if you know what's good for you. Sam hasn't done anything to deserve this…" John started.

"David didn't deserve what he got either!" the man screamed, his fury evident.

"David? Who the hell is David!?" Dean cried.

"David was my son, but you killed him. Do you know who I am now?" the man questioned, his voice filled with rage, but also deep sadness.

"David? Wait…you're Randy Gregory?" Daniel asked, his brow furrowing.

"Give the man a medal! Yes, I'm Randy Gregory and you murdered my son…now, you are paying the price," Randy replied.

John looked around at the other men in the room before he turned his eyes onto his youngest. Sam looked even worse than he did just a few moments ago and his whimpers were sounding even more pathetic. His hands were back up to his head, his fingers practically digging into his skin. Joshua was doing everything he could under the circumstances, but Sam was obviously in great pain and he was sweating badly, meaning his fever was getting worse. John turned back around, his eyes narrowed in anger.

"Why are you doing this to Sam? He wasn't even there. He has nothing to do with this," John hissed.

"How old is little Sammy, John?"

"What? What does that have to do with anything?" Daniel queried.

"I want you to tell me how old Sammy is. Is that a difficult task, or what?"

"He's nineteen, you bastard. He's just a kid!" Dean spat, his gaze moving to his stricken brother.

"Hmmmm…nineteen. You see, David was just nineteen when you killed him. Do you see where I'm going with this? He was nineteen…innocent. He didn't ask for what happened to him," the man growled.

"No, he didn't ask to be bitten by a werewolf, but he was. Once he tasted human blood though, he was no longer your son. Randy, look…I understand, but hurting Sam is not going to bring David back…" John tried to reason, but the man was beyond that.

"I know I can't bring my son back, you fucking idiot! I can, however make you suffer like I've been suffering. You took my nineteen year old, innocent son from me, and now I will take yours from you. You and your other sons will have to live the rest of your lives knowing that Sam suffered and died because of what you did."

John lowered his head to his chest and shook it slowly. This was an impossible situation. He could understand how Randy Gregory felt, but he had to protect his boy and if that meant finding this man and killing him, then that is exactly what he would do. Now that he knew who was responsible, he would do everything he could to find him and stop him before he could do anymore damage to his son.

"You need to call off your demon," John warned, his voice low and dangerous.

"Or what, John? What are you going to do? You don't know how to find me," Randy said with a slight chuckle.

"But you found us. How did you do that?" Daniel questioned, his hand moving comfortingly over Sam's arm.

"I'm a very rich man. It took a lot of time and money, but I found you. The men I hired followed you and kept me apprised of your activities. You guys keep very busy. Anyway, imagine my reaction when I was notified that you had gone to Palo Alto to see someone at Stanford University. When I found out that you had another son, I knew then what I had to do. I knew how to punish you in the worst possible way. You can't stop it, John. None of you can stop what is happening…what is going to happen. Sammy is going to die."

"The only one who is going to die is you," John hissed.

A deep laugh sounded and then the line went dead. John stood and stomped across the room, his hand shooting out sweeping the containers from their dinner the previous night off the table. He continued his rampage until the anguished cries of his youngest son reached his ears. He hurried to Sam's bed, his eyes wide as Joshua and Daniel attempted to comfort the boy.

"He's getting worse, John. We have to get him some help," Joshua said urgently.

"There's nothing that any hospital can do for him, Josh. I'm thinking that mosquito was sent by whatever demon Randy Gregory summoned. It infected Sam and no doctor will be able to cure him. I don't know what to do, but I'm sure that no medicine will work," John said sadly as he reached down to card his fingers through Sam's sweaty hair.

"We have to do something, Dad! We can't just let Sam suffer!" Dean cried.

John lowered his eyes, feeling the same panic his son felt. He lifted them and looked at Bobby. "Bobby, please tell me that there is one of those doctors who know about hunters somewhere near here."

"Well, there is one, but he's about two and half hours away. I don't know if it would be wise to make Sam travel right now though, Johnny," Bobby answered.

"Call him, Bobby. Please. I can't just let Sam lay here and suffer. Maybe Sam can't be cured, but I have to at least try," John pled.

"Okay, Johnny. I'll call him."

John turned to Dean and Daniel. "Get the backseat of the Impala ready with blankets and pillows. Make it as comfortable as you can for Sammy. We need to be ready to go in ten minutes."

Dean and Daniel nodded and immediately went to work. John next turned to Caleb. "Caleb, can you make sure that all of our vehicles are protected from demon attack. I don't want any surprises while we're on the road," he queried of his friend.

"I'm on it, John," Caleb replied, then left the room.

"Josh, I'll have you ride with Dean and Sam, just in case. You have more medical training than any of us. Danny can ride with Caleb or Bobby. I'll go first…Dean will follow me, then Caleb and Bobby can bring up the rear."

Joshua nodded then turned his attention back to Sam. He stood and went to the bathroom, coming out a few moments later with a new washcloth. He wiped the cool cloth over Sam's face, the boy flinching at the touch. John went to the door and leant over, picking up Dean's duffel bag. He withdrew the first aid kit and brought it to the bed. He opened it and pulled out a bottle of Tylenol 3. He shook out two pills into his palm then went to the bathroom to fill a glass with water. He returned and with Joshua's help, he lifted Sam's shoulders from the bed and pushed the two pills into the moaning boys mouth. He then put the glass to Sam's lips and encouraged him to swallow the pills down by tenderly caressing his throat. Sam took a few sips before turning away, his cries and whimpers breaking John's heart.

The door to the room opened and John looked up to see his two other boys enter, their eyes immediately falling on their stricken brother. "The car's ready, Dad," Daniel said.

"Great…load up the rest of your stuff. Daniel, you'll ride with Caleb or Bobby because I need Josh to ride with Sam…"

"No, Dad…I need to be with Sammy," Daniel protested.

"Danny…Josh has medical training, he needs to…"

"I understand, Dad, but I'm riding with them too. I'll ride in the back with Sammy. He's going to need the contact anyway. He's got to be terrified," Daniel pled, not caring that John did not like being interrupted nor questioned.

John stared at his eldest son incredulously for a moment, but then he shook his head, a small smile playing over his lips. He couldn't fault his son for wanting to be near his baby brother. Hell, John wanted to be in that car too. "Okay, you can ride with Sam," he said.

Daniel smiled then bent over and picked up Dean's duffel bag. He walked over to John and took the first aid kit that the older hunter held out for him, stuffing it into the bag before he turned and walked out the door. Bobby entered the room a few moments later.

"Jack will be waiting for us. I explained what has happened. He's not too sure what he can do with it being a demon inflicted illness, but he said that at the very least he can maybe find out just what we're dealing with. He said to make Sam as comfortable as possible, give him some Tylenol…"

"Already gave him some. Hopefully it'll help him sleep if it doesn't help with anything else."

Bobby nodded and smiled sadly at the suffering boy in the bed. "Johnny, we'll figure out how to save him," he said.

"I know, Bobby. It's just hard seeing him like this. When I find that son of a bitch…I won't hesitate in killing him. He's gone beyond where I can consider him human now," John answered.

"I know, John. We can't leave him alive. I'm afraid if we did, he'd continue to be a problem," Bobby said.

John nodded as he stood. He glanced at the door when Daniel stepped back into the room and motioned for he and Dean to help him. Together, the three Winchester men gently lifted Sam from the bed then John slid his arms beneath Sam's knees and back and carried him from the room to the waiting Impala. Bobby and Joshua did a sweep of the room then followed the Winchesters out. Daniel slid into the back seat of the Impala then helped John guide the limp body of his brother in beside him. He rested Sam's head in his lap, his fingers brushing over his forehead, comforting the youngest hunter. John gave his boys one last look before slamming the door shut and moving to his truck. Dean and Joshua climbed into the front seat of the car, the rumble of the engine sounding when Dean turned the key. Caleb took to his SUV and Bobby to his truck and soon the caravan of hunters was leaving the parking lot of their latest motel, unaware of the eyes that watched from across the street.

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So, that's it for now. Not sure when I will have the next one up. I'm pretty busy this week. I'll try to get it up soon. Take care.

Cindy.