Here's the next chapter to the story! Thanks to all who've read! Enjoy!

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"Sam?" Dean asked hesitantly. "Sam, it's just a nightmare. You're okay. Easy, buddy."

Dean quickly rushed into the motel room's kitchen and wet a couple of plush washcloths with cool water. Although to Sam, the cloths felt ice cold. When Sam felt the frigidness sink into his sink, he gasped in pain and surprise, trying to pull away from it.

"No, no, Sam. It'll help get your fever down," Dean told him calmly. "I swear, Sammy, I'm not gonna let this beat you. Don't give in."

Sam peered at Dean intently, searching his face with such an intensity Dean almost turned away. Almost.

"Fev'r?" he slurred softly. Sam shook his head and forth, trying to disagree with Dean's last statement. "No fev'r, 'ean. C… cold… It's t-t-to cold," Sam shivered. "I'm so cold, Dean…"

"Shh, Sam… Just leave everything to me, Little Brother. I'm here. I'm gonna take care of you," vowed Dean, taking a seat near the bedside. "Everything's gonna be okay…"

God, I hope so. Sam, come on, don't let this beat you. There's so much more you've got left to do in life, Sam. Don't end it all now. Like this.

"Where 'r' we, Dea'?" Sam whispered. Dean opened his mouth, about to answer, but Sam continued to ramble on, unaware of his environment. "W'ats hap'ning, Dean? I don't feel too good. My chest hurts. Why does my chest hurt, Dean?" Sam pestered, sounding like a little kid.

"Never mind, Sam," Dean tentatively answered. He wiped down Sam's sweaty brow, only to see more perspiration forming on Sam's skin.

"How come, Dean?" Sam mumbled, twisting and murmuring otherwise incoherently.

"What? What are you saying, Sam?" Dean's brow furrowed, trying to understand Sam.

"Why are you still here? Dean, why haven't you left yet?" Sam's eyes found Dean's and started to pool up with tears. "Please, Dean. Don't leave me. I… I-"

"Calm down, Sam," Dean instantaneously said, puzzled. "I'm not going to leave you. Never, Sam. Why would you think that?"

Sam stopped thrashing about, trying to gather his jumbled thoughts together. "How can you stand to look at me? I was the reason you went to Hell. Don't I remind you of all that?"

"Sam, you're the reason I got out of Hell," Dean confided in his brother, hoping he wouldn't remember the conversation after the fever broke. "There's something about Hell that I never told you. It was you that made me stay human."

"Hmm? Never tol' me? What 's it?" Sam wanted to know.

"If you go to sleep, I'll tell you when you wake up," Dean promised, hoping against hope that Sam wouldn't remember any of this. "Okay, Sammy?"

"Do yo' promise me?" Sam said innocently, as he would when he was a child. "Dean?"

Dean sighed sharply and closed his eyes. "Yeah. I promise, Sam."

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Thankfully, Sam's relapse was just that. A relapse, nothing worse. Overnight, his fever didn't only lower; it broke in a drenching sweat. Dean knew that although Sam was sleeping now, it was a healing sleep. A sleep that would help heal Sam.

Sam blinked sleepily, trying to make his vision clear. Once that was done, Sam gingerly hoisted himself up so he was sitting up at an angle.

"Oh, waiter!" he called loudly to Dean. "I'm ready to order!"

At Sam's voice, Dean smiled for the fact Sam was up and coherent. At Sam's words… well, that was a different story.

"I'm sorry, sir. We don't serve ugly people here," Dean responded. He walked over to the chair near Sam and felt his forehead.

Thank God. He's cooler…

"So, am I pregnant, Doc?" Sam laughed as he pushed Dean's hand away from his face.

"God, if nature hasn't stopped you, Sam," Dean teased. "The government will."

"Shut up!" Sam spouted off.

"Here." Dean shoved a plate of food in Sam's lap and handed him a fork that Sam gratefully accepted. "Eat this. All of it."

"Sure," agreed Sam, and began putting the food into his mouth. Over idle conversation with Dean, he eventually, he finished the entire plate, bite by bite. The moment of stillness passed when Sam cleared his throat to break the silence that enveloped Dean and him. "So, how bad was it?"

"What? The food? You're the one who ate it, Sam. I only prepared the poison." Dean knew where the conversation was headed, and did his best to steer it away from that destination.

"No. The relapse," Sam clarified unnecessarily. "How bad was it?"

"Do you remember anything?" Dean cautiously asked.

"Not much…"

Dean inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. "You were just mumbling nothing. You were so out of it, dude," Dean winked.

Sam paused a moment before going on. "But there's something I do remember," he admitted.

"Dean, what didn't you tell me about Hell?"

And there it is for you! Please review! I love getting those! Hope you liked it, and hope to see you next chapter!

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