Hi! So here is Chapter 9 (Well, technically 10, but I'm not going to count chapter 7 as a chapter)! Thank you to everyone who had read and/or reviewed! It really means a lot to me knowing that I have fans! So enjoy the chapter! -twiandsuperfan

Chapter 9

Dean instantly stood up, shakily holding onto the metal aisles with a death grip, while trying to get over to his brother.

"Boy, sit down now! I don't need both Winchesters' on the ground!" Bobby demanded as he ran to Sam convulsing body.

Dean obeyed and sat down on the dirty linoleum floor, his eyes glued to Sam.

Bobby was desperately trying to assess Sam's condition, first turning him onto his side, and then crossing his legs, so he wouldn't hurt himself. Sam was a complete mess, his body was shaking, and his breathing was fast… way too fast. Bobby quickly checked Sam's pulse and found it to be racing. Why does this kind of thing always happen to Winchesters'? Bobby questioned himself.

"What is his temp at?" Bobby asked to deaf ears.

Dean was overwhelmed with the situation, his hurt body not being able to take it in. His baby brother, the whole meaning of his world, was laying on the floor only a matter of feet away, possibly dying, and Dean was completely powerless to help. Why can't we have a break? Just one friggin' time? This isn't fair! Dean's mind shouted.

"Dean!" Bobby yelled, hoping to get Dean out of his daze. He sighed in relief when Dean's slightly glassy eyes turned towards him.

"Wha-" Dean started.

"What is Sam's temperature?" Bobby questioned again.

Dean fought with his foggy mind, trying to remember… "Ah, 105.1 last time I checked"

"When was that?" Bobby questioned further, beginning to worry when it took Dean was longer than it should have to answer.

"About fifteen minutes." Dean responded, closing his eyes for a second as a wave of dizziness overcame him. This is so not good. He thought.

"Dean, you with me?" Bobby asked, concerned that Dean was beginning to show signs of mass blood loss.

"Yea." Dean replied, once again opening his eyes, swaying a little as he did.

"Dean." Bobby warned.

"M'fine, help Sammy."

Bobby sighed in frustration before turning his attention back to Sam. The seizure had stopped, but Bobby wasn't sure of what kind of damage was left in its wake. Bobby checked Sam's heartbeat and still found it to be way too fast, although that could be an effect of the fever raging through Sam. Sam's breathing sounded congested, and Bobby could feel the rumble inside Sam's lungs, probably indicating pneumonia.

"Dean, do you see a thermometer in any of these aisles?" Bobby questioned.

Dean looked down the three aisles that were in his line of vision, luckily finding one only a few feet away.

"Yea, I got it." Dean replied while reaching for the thermometer. The movement tugged at his side and he yelped in pain. Do it for Sammy, come on, and help Sammy. Dean encouraged himself. After what seemed like years, Dean grasped his hand around the thermometer and flung it at Bobby, before lying on the floor, panting to get a hold of his pain.

"Thanks," Bobby said before noticing Dean's struggling breathes' and shaking form. "You gonna be alright, kid?"

"Me? Yea, I'm fine. Help Sammy." Dean ordered, curling into his side as pain streaked throughout his body.

Bobby, knowing that Dean would not admit how he felt until Sam was taken care of, took the metal stick out of its packaging and placed it in Sam's ear, desperately waiting for it to beep.

Beep!

"Ah, hell!" Bobby swore when the little numbers read 105.5.

"What's it at?" Dean slurred, lifting his head to look at Bobby.

"105.5" Bobby answered, pulling his cap off and running his hand nervously through his receding hair.

"Damn!" Dean agreed, before putting his cheek against the cool floor again. "Hey, where's your doctor friend?" Dean added as an afterthought.

"On vacation in Tahiti." Bobby said with anger in his voice. He had no idea what to do. Sam was practically burning from the inside out, and Dean was bleeding to death, both clearly needed medical attention, but of course, there were no hospitals for nearly three hours. Winchester luck strikes again.

Dean suddenly gasped as a particularly sharp pain shot across his side. His vision was beginning to fade around the edges, and he could feel his head pounding.

Bobby, noticing Dean downward plummet, quickly ran over to him. That's when he noticed the red flush of Dean's cheeks, and the massive pool of blood surrounding him.

"Dean, I gotta finish cleaning these wounds, the bullet is going to have to stay in until we get back to my place, but I think I can get that hunk of glass out of your shoulder… that sound good?" Bobby inquired.

"Peachy." Dean groaned, now fighting to keep his stomach in place.

Bobby noticed the increased pallor of Dean's face and from years of knowing Dean, knew that Dean was trying not to throw up.

"Let it out if you have to, otherwise I'm going to start to dig out that piece of glass."

"Go ahead." Dean said, still battling with his turning stomach.

"Fine, but I don't want ya hurling on me." Bobby replied humorously.

Dean shivered at the same time that his stomach turned inside out. He moaned grabbing his stomach, before trying to race to the gas stations bathroom. His side burned in pain, but Dean kept moving to his destination until he kneeled in front of the unclean toilet and emptied his stomach.

Bobby stayed outside the door, knowing that Dean would want some privacy, but needing to be nearby. He winced when he heard Dean's painful cries in-between retches. When they seized to stop, he finally decided that privacy be damned, he was going to help.

He opened the door, and found Dean with his arm wrapped around his stomach, head hanging low, as his back arched as his body heaved. Bobby scurried over to Dean, kneeling next to him, quickly noting the tears streaming down Dean's face.

"It's alright, kiddo. It'll be over soon." Bobby soothed while putting a supporting hand on Dean's tense shoulder, surprised at the heat radiating off of it. Frowning he placed his hand on the back of Dean's neck, once again noticing the unnatural heat. Crap! The wound is probably getting infected. Bobby thought to himself.

Dean finally stopped with one last whimper, but didn't move from his position.

"You okay now?" Bobby questioned.

"Check on Sam." Dean demanded hoarsely.

"I asked you a question." Bobby ground out.

"And I gave you an order." Dean replied.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere until you answer my question, are you okay?" Bobby tried again. Damn stubborn Winchesters.

"I'm good, now go help Sam." Dean instructed, moving his head from the toilet seat and glaring at Bobby through glassy eyes.

"Like hell you are, think you can walk?" Bobby answered.

Dean nodded. Bobby wrapped an arm around Dean's waist and pulled him up slowly, trying not to tug on his injuries, and then headed out of the bathroom, making Bobby chuckle when it read Women.

Dean was grinding his teeth, trying to keep his pain from being noticed, as Bobby pulled him forward. Dean kept his eyes looking ahead, anxious to see his brother. However, when his eyes laid upon his brother, his knees buckled at the sight…

Sorry, but I just had to leave you with a cliffy! Haha, I am truly evil! So, what did you think? Let me know, and I will try to post another chapter within a week. Thanks again for reading!

Important! I just started a new story called "Slapdash", and would love for you to check it out and leave your own prompts and ideas! Thank you and I hope to hear from you soon! -twiandsuperfan