Sorry I have taken so long to update, I have been away. This is the last chapter enjoy…

Dean is on the way to recovery, finally…

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Sam opened his eyes and blinked wearily wondering where he was. As he sat up his neck protested implying that he had been sleeping for longer than intended in an awkward position. Sam quickly realized that he had fallen asleep in the uncomfortable, plastic chair next to Dean's bed. A soft shuffle of sheets brought his attention to his sleeping brother, sprawled on the bed covered safely by a cooling blanket. Dean had not really stirred since his fever spiked, probably due to being dosed up on drugs. However, he could tell that Dean was still in a great amount of pain but not nearly as bad as before and he still had a pretty high fever. Sam could feel the heat from where he was leaning on the bed.

All of a sudden Dean in his sleep began twitching which turned into trembling. He grabbed his abdomen and turned to the side curling into the fetal position once again. Sam deduced that this was the most comfortable position to lie in. His face contorting in agony like it had done previously. Sam heard that dreaded bubbling noise from deep within Dean's stomach and could only imagine the distress his brother was in.

"Hi Sam"

Sam jumped out of skin and almost fell out of the tiny chair. The sound of a man's voice had startled him. He had not heard the doctor approach but now realized that must have been the reason for his awakening.

The doctor was checking Dean's vitals whilst another nurse pumped more morphine into him.

"Looks like your brothers condition is not improving. In fact his constant high fever could indicate a spread of infection. To prevent this he is going to need strong antibiotics and may be here for longer"

"Ok". No shit Sherlock! Sam desperately wanted to blurt out. It didn't take a genius to see that Dean was in a bad shape and not improving. He was just surprised that it had taken them this long to administer Dean with antibiotics. It was clear from the moment they entered that Dean was going to need help. Why is it that they have to come to the only hospital that is inefficient and disorganized? Once again the good old Winchester luck causes more problems.

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A few days later…

It took three days for Dean to come around. Three days of delusional Dean, hot with fever, attached to an IV and occasionally the oxygen mask when needed. They had him on strong antibiotics given intravenously which seemed to be helping. His fever had come down but was still present and the pain looked like it had become tolerable, judging by Dean's facial expressions.

Dean had finally awoken and seemed almost coherent for the first time. Sam was very thankful for that, he didn't know how much longer he could last in the rundown hospital with no one to talk to. He was beyond relieved.

"How are you feeling?"

Dean took a moment to look around the room, like he had forgotten where he was. Did Sam just ask a question? He was too busy attempting to use his feverish brain to rerun the disgusting events of the last couple of days that had led him to here. He recalled entering the hospital in a great amount of pain. Something revolting happening and feeling embarrassed but couldn't quite remember what. Then feeling incredibly hot with ice melting against his skin. Shortly after he had fallen into a painful slumber whereby his body felt too heavy to move and therefore was unable to wake himself up.

Sam was still looking at him dumbfounded. His brother looked awful. There were dark purple smudges under red, swollen eyes. He looked like an insomniac after a bad week. His posture was hunched as he slouched in the chair that looked very uncomfortable and way too small for his giant body. Dean was surprised it could take his brothers weight. Oh and by the way his brother was massaging his neck he must have dozed off in an uncomfortable position. Dean couldn't help feeling a little guilty for the state his brother was in. He is supposed to be the one who gets ill and Dean is the big brother who looks after him. It must not have been a fun experience for Sam, much like himself.

Oh, he forgot about the question. That is why Sam was still glaring at him like he was a crazy person. Dean didn't want to cause any more stress and anxiety to his brother.

He tried to subtly clear his throat. "Sorry did you say something" Wow, my voice is hoarse. I barely made a sound. Is there a frog in my throat making the sounds for me? His throat was terribly dry, like it had been deprived of any form of liquid for months.

"How are you feeling?" Sam passed Dean a glass of water when he watched him wince and struggle to swallow.

Dean accepted the water gratefully.

"Erm… Like my insides are staying put. But still really sore and I kinda just want to sleep for a week."

"Ha! Ye you've had a hell of a few days"

"Well, looks like you have as well"

"Ye it hasn't been fun"

"Ye about that. Thanks for you know…everything" Dean looked everywhere but Sam. He looked like a child apologizing to his parents. Sam could understand why Dean might feel embarrassed but it was the best thank you he was going to get so Sam took it.

"No problem"

"Oh and by the way, you ever make my pour baby's tires screech or drive like a maniac again, I will kill you!" Dean was taken aback by his brother's response.

Sam just chuckled, he was glad Dean was better and well he kind of saw this one coming. "Dude, your so predictable" His laugh was getting louder and beginning to irritate Dean.

He looked genuinely annoyed, "Am not! And I'm not kidding I will kill you!"

"Haha. I know, I do not doubt you Dean" He was too tired to listen to one of Dean's empty threats due to being weirdly overprotective of his precious baby.

Dean yawned and stretched his limbs, "I…will…kkk" Dean had already fallen back to sleep. Sam followed shortly after due to his own exhaustion.

Later that day Dean discharged himself saying something about hospitals were for the weak. Ironically, he said this as Sam aided him in walking to the Impala. Sam chose not to point out this to Dean.

Before they left, the doctor had told them that Dean was going to be fine as long as he carried on taking the antibiotics until they were finished. He also added that Dean's bowels may not be normal for a few weeks and should therefore be careful of what he eats. To which Dean just laughed and thought this would not apply to him.

Dean was still completely wiped out from the sickness but at least he was no longer leaking from all ends. They spent the next few days in a nice hotel, they decided to treat themselves to comfy beds after the terrible week they had. Dean slept for hours whilst Sam did some research and read various books he had been meaning to study.

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A few days later and they were back at their jobs, well almost, Dean wasn't quite right yet…

"SAM….SAM….SAM please you gotta let me in!" Dean thumped on the bathroom door to ensure Sam could hear him over the shower noise. The whole door shook as his strong fist met the wood.

That last meal was a very bad choice. He had tried to prove his strength to Sam but it had badly backfired. The all too familiar cramping stomach was back and he really needed to go. As the feeling grew stronger Dean had to hunch over and pray that he wouldn't spill onto the carpet.

He grabbed the tools he uses to break into houses. He had difficulty in unlocking the bathroom door due to the pain but managed regardless. He kicked the door open and entered quickly.

"DEAN! Really?" Sam was shocked with his brother's rude interruption. Dean ignored his brother and rushed to the toilet to release his last meal.

"Ew that's gross! Couldn't you wait?" Sam grimaced from behind the shower curtain.

"Erm no I couldn't….Damn it!" He really thought this was all over. Well, at least it's not that bad this time around. "Plus not like you haven't seen it before"

"Uh true, but still…gross"

"Shit!" Dean shut his eyes and prayed that his bowels would return to normal.

"I told you to be careful. Maybe the burger wasn't such a good idea" Sam was wrapping himself up in a towel.

"Oh shut up!" Irritated by his brother's 'I know best' act.

"And don't…don't talk about food right now" He added in a quiet mumble that Sam barely heard.

5 minutes later Dean was back in the motel room looking rather relieved.

"You good?"

"Great!" So sarcastic Dean was back.

"You know you are going to have to watch what you eat for the next couple of weeks before your bowels are back to normal"

"Uh just kill me know!"

Sam had to almost force-feed Dean the antibiotics as Dean claimed his strong body didn't need them. He also managed to convince Dean to eat less rich foods. That only lasted two days before Dean was once again eating dodgy diner food. All Sam could do was roll his eyes and wonder will he ever learn…

The End

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