Hey everybody! Again, I have zero (ZERO!) medical knowledge so anything used here is what I found on Google or the all mighty Wikipedia.

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Previously: Everyone in the room held their breath as Mac looked at the results. Those breaths were quickly replaced with feelings of terror and dread as Mac stared at the thermometer and said, "Crap! That is not good."

Caleb stared at his father. He knew Dean was pretty screwed but the way his father was acting was not helping anything. To make matters worse, he was still freezing, his vision was acting up, and he was tired as hell. The stunned and terrified silence in the room was starting to get to him. The only person moving was Mac, who was furiously trying to get Dean warmed up.

Caleb eventually found his voice and said, "Dad, what's wrong?" It sounded way too feeble and scared for his liking but there was nothing he could do abut it now.

The tone of his adopted son's voice made Mac stop what he was doing and stare at Caleb. He sounded exactly like that scared twelve year old he took in all those years ago. He looked his son straight in the eyes and replied, "Caleb, I'm not going to lie to you. Dean is really sick right now. If you had waited any longer to get him into the car he probably would have frozen to death. His body temperature is so low that his body has started shutting down."

From his position by the wall Jim could see just how cared Mac was. If the doctor was that terrified, it couldn't be good be good for his patient. He eventually asked, "What is his temperature?"

Mac sighed before answering, "88.2 °F. Clinical death usually occurs around 86°F or below. Is a hospital an option?"

Jim glanced down at the floor, feeling like he was condemning the boy who was almost his son to death at his words. He whispered a quiet, "No."

"I was afraid of that," he sighed, and then continued, "All right then. We're going to have to try and warm him up gradually. If we do it too quick he could die."

Caleb finally spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper, "So he's going to be ok then?"

"He'll need some serious work but he should be okay in the end. Mac took a good hard look at his son as he said that. He wasn't acting like himself. Whenever Dean was hurt Caleb was always making some stupid sarcastic remarks to keep Dean's mind occupied. On the occasion that Dean passed out, Caleb was a nervous wreck and would not sit still. Now he was quiet, with drawn, and just sitting n the bed. Mac focused even harder and he noticed, the paleness of Caleb's skin, and the slight shivers still wracking his frame despite the overwhelming warmth in the room.

Mac knelt down in front of his son and said, "Caleb are you okay son?"

"Yeah Dad I'm fine. I'm a little sleepy but that's it," he whispered back.

A slight frown crossed the Doctor's face. He went back and retrieved the thermometer fro the other side of Dean's bed. Before Caleb could mutter a word in protest, Mac had the dreaded device in his mouth. Now that it was in, all he could do was sit there and wait. Eventually, it beeped and Mac took it out of his mouth.

Mac gave Caleb a disapproving glare and said, "95.8 °F is not fine Caleb."

"What I'm not dying or anything. Dean needs your help more," he replied.

Jim had sat by curiously watching the exchange between the Ames's men while Bobby had taken care of trying to warm Dean up some. Jim found an extra blanket and put it around Caleb's shoulders. He looked up at Mac and said, 'He's right Mac, Dean needs your help more. I'll keep an eye on him, and you worry about Dean."

"Thanks Jim."

"No need to worry Mackland."