--Chapter 10 everybody!! Hope you like--

10

Dean's body convulsed as he heaved each breath, his throat was almost swollen shut. He tried to push past the blinding pain that had overcome him to tell Lauren what Lindsay said. He wanted to tell Sam he was okay. But all he managed to get out was agonizing groans and inaudible rasps. His body was hot but he was cold at the same time. He was sure his fever had increased and he felt the burns on his chest pulsing with his pounding heart. He heard nothing. HE could see Sam and Lauren talking to him but all he could hear was is own heart beat. He was tired, all he wanted was sleep. But if he did she'd be back. And he knew if she got ahold of him again, he'd die. He hated the way John was looking at him. Even though his vision was blurred greatly by tears, he knew his father's expression. It made him feel weak and pathetic. John always made him feel that way even though he didn't mean to.

Dean swallowed, his agony intensifying. Dean felt acrid bile rise to the back of his throat. He sat up, much to his body's displeasure, and tried to protest as it heaved. An ice-bucket was shoved underneath him. His stomach rolled, his shoulders bent as what little he had in his stomach and ever more blood poured from his mouth. It burned his sweltering throat even more. Pain ripping through it. He heard distant screaming, and suddenly realized it was his voice. His stomach finally empty, he fell back into Lauren's arms.

"Dammit!" Lauren yelled. "I could've fixed this. I could have stopped it." She rocked Dean slowly. "I'm so sorry Dean." She cried. Tears slowly glided down her face.

"Lauren it's not your fault," Sam said. "There's no way you could've known what to do." Sam tried to hide the lump growing in his throat. He was starting to think Dean might never get better.

"No," Lauren said, shaking her head. "I saw his dream before he had it."

"Yeah, seconds before. Lauren you did everything you could."

"I just wish I could have done more." She whispered.

"La..." Dean rasped. The small whisper was enough to catch Lauren's attention. She looked down into Dean's pained face. He shook his head, telling her she was wrong and he agreed with Sam.

"Baby I just feel like you're hurt like this because of me." She said softly. Once again Dean shook his head. A fresh wave of pain ran over him. He gritted his teeth and bit his lower lip. He hissed sharply.

"You..." The rasp was so painful he thought his throat would burst. "Lin..." He couldn't get anymore out. Lauren placed a finger on his lips.

"I'm a big girl Dean. I can handle my big sister." She said gently. Dean still looked worried. "John are you gonna contribute to the conversation or let your son think you aren't there?" John looked up, realizing she was talking to him.

"Sorry," He said gruffly. "I just have a problem with your sister taking the anger she has for you out on my son." He said slowly. Lauren scowled.

"Do you honestly think I asked for this?" Lauren yelled. "I would rather be dead right now if this never happened because of it! Dean means everything to me! I'd die for him! And believe it or not I'm not my sister John. I want her dead, and I'm gonna do it if it's the last thing I ever do!" John just stared at her. Lauren sighed and rubbed her temples.

"John can we stop this for five minutes?" Lauren asked. "I need some aloe. Like the stuff you get for sunburns. Would it be too much to ask for you to get it?" John shook his head.

"No I'll get it." John opened the door and tried not to slam it shut. Dean shuddered against Lauren. She reached for the thermometer and carefully slipped in Dean's mouth. When it beeped, Lauren read the numbers and groaned. 104. She laid Dean down and got up. She came back a few minutes later with a cool washcloth and baggies full of ice. She laid the cloth on Dean's head and once again placed the baggies around his body.

"Ohhunn." Dean whimpered.

"I know it hurts Dean." She dabbed the cloth on his face. "We gotta get your fever down baby." Lauren grasped the water bottle and gently tipped it into his mouth. He drank slowly, it hurt to swallow but the water felt soothing to his scorched throat. Lauren turned to Sam. "Do we have any milk?" She asked. Sam nodded, once again grateful to have something to do. He handed Lauren a small glass full of white liquid. "Thank you." Lauren said quietly.

Once Dean had drank the milk, he lay in bed, still moaning softly, but Lauren knew that would be this way for awhile.

"Lauren can I talk to you?" Sam asked. Lauren nodded and walked over to him.

"What's wrong?" She whispered. Sam shook his head.

"How are we gonna get her out of Dean's head. I don't know anywhere we can find dream juice. I'm scared Lauren." He said.

"Believe it or not I do have dream juice in my car." Sam looked at her curiously. "I had to use it awhile ago and I have enough left over...for one person." Sam looked worried. "Sam I have to deal with Lindsay myself. She's my sister. This is my fault, my fight. Not yours." She put a hand on his shoulder. "And I'm scared too Sam. I've never been this scared in my life. And no matter what your Dad said to you, it's alright to be scared." Sam nodded.

The door opened slowly as John re-entered the room.

"Speaking of which..."Lauren said. John handed her the aloe.

"Here." He said.

"Thank you." Lauren started to walk over to Dean, but stopped. She turned around and faced John. "Look you were right. I would eventually would have had to kill Lindsay, demon or not. You were right about how I used to let her go all the time. But you will never be right about me not wanting Dean hurt. Weather she was my sister or not, I said it before, I would die for your son."

"I'm sorry too. You have every right to be angry with me. I killed your sister. For that I apologize. And I know you would do anything for Dean. And for that I thank you."

"I have some dream juice in my car," Lauren said, changing the subject. "I'm going in Dean's head, and I'm gonna kill her." She walked back over to Dean and sat down. Dean grabbed her hand and squeezed it lightly. Lauren smiled, it was fake but she still smiled. Dean didn't bother returning the favor. His entire body hurt, inside and out. His throat still burned, as did the burns on his chest. The ice packs against his skin hurt. The shredded skin on his back hurt. His head pounded. The lacerations on his chest pulsed, pain seeping from every minor cut or contusion that covered his bedraggled body.

Lauren opened the aloe bottle and squirted some on her hand. When she laid her hand on one of the burns, Dean gasped.

"Mmmsss." Dean whispered. Lauren rubbed his face.

"Sorry." She said quietly. She rubbed it in as best as she could, apologizing every time Dean cried out. Each time he shook his head, barely moving, and signaled he was okay. His eye-lids felt heavy, he desperately wanted to sleep. But he'd rather sell his Impala to a chop shop than let that happen. Lauren stuck the thermometer in his mouth again. 102. Thank god it was going down. Dean trembled slightly under the sheet Lauren laid over him. He wanted the blankets back, but death was far wose than being cold. God he was sick of fighting.

"Mmmnnhh." He moaned. She kissed his forehead lightly. She started to back away but Dean put a hand on the back of her face, pulling her closer. He kissed her softly and she kissed back. It wasn't the way Dean normally kissed. She could tell there was more behind this one. Like he was trying to tell her something but couldn't. They broke apart and she looked at him carefully. His eyes were pleading witth her silently, but powerful enough that she could understand.

"Dean..." She said slowly. "I can save you. I can kill her." Dean's gaze stayed.

But if you can't...it's okay to let me go.

Lauren sighed sadly."I know." Dean looked into her deep blue eyes. He mouthed three words. 'I love you.'

"I love you too." She whispered.

"Lauren." John said. She looked up. "Is everything okay?" Lauren nodded. "Are you sure?" He asked. Again Lauren nodded. She turned around, and yelled.

"NO!" Sam rushed in, eyes wild. She looked at him and John. "He's asleep."

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