I'm so sorry this took me so long to upload O.o College sucks!! Anyway, this a bit of a filler chapter simply because I wanted to play with Sammy being delerious and sick with a fever :P I'm cruel, I know lol. Hope you all like it!! :D
"You still with me, Sammy?" Dean asked, eying his barely conscious little brother sitting across from him.
Sam looked like Hell warmed over to be perfectly honest. He was pale, face and neck flushed with fever, his hazel eyes glassy and struggling to stay open. However, despite the burning desire to fall back asleep, he knew better. Dean had explained his theory on the nightmares and how it was the easiest way to get to Sam without the Schaduwen actually getting in the cabin. Sam didn't really need to be told though, he's experienced it first hand. "I'm super..." He mumbled, leaning back against the wall once more. It hurt to talk, the fever assaulting his body making his joints ache painfully. The new wounds he's sustained from the dream hadn't helped either.
Dean watching him for a second, not saying anything. Given any other circumstance, he'd gladly let Sam sleep off the fever and get enough rest so his injuries could heal. However, in this particular case, falling asleep meant nearly certain death or further injury. He couldn't let either happen. Sam was shivering, body trembling with each tremor, and he took a shaky breath. He was wrapped in a blanket, sitting in front of the fire, and it was still freezing. When he'd first regained consciousness, he wanted to know what had happened to his clothes and why he was clad in nothing but boxers but had never gotten around to asking. When Dean had woken him up earlier, he'd somehow managed to gain a pair of jeans and a denim shirt from some unknown source. He was dressed a little warmer now than he was before but it still wasn't enough.
Dean watched his shivering brother for a few more seconds before he finally gave it. He scooted over to where Sam was sitting and pulled the younger man to his side. "C'mere you damn chihuahua." He muttered, wrapping his arms around Sam and holding him close.
The younger man immediately fell into the warmth and let out a soft sigh of contentment. "Thought you...hated chick-flick moments..." He breathed, laughing softly as Dean shot him a look. "This qualifies..."
"Yeah, well then I guess you better not tell anyone about this, huh?" Dean shot back, tightening his hold as Sam continued to shiver. His brother was one of the only weaknesses he had in this world; anything pertaining to Sam had to ability to immediately bring him to his knees. Manly stoicism be damned.
"Its like the Notebook..."
"Dude, I'm really upset that you've watched that. I'll be honest."
"Jess..."
Dean nodded slightly, the conversation stopping almost immediately. Sam would have done anything for Jessica, even watch an incredibly touchy-feely movie like the Notebook.
Saren pushed the door open carefully, a sharp gust of cold wind following along behind her and causing the fire to flare faintly. Her arms were full of firewood and various green herbs from outside. She walked over to the fire, dropping a few of the pieces of wood into the hearth and setting the rest aside for later. She nodded to the older Winchester and walked into the kitchen area of the cabin, filling a glass with water and mixing in a few dried herbs as well as the fresher bundle she had in her hand. A few minutes later she appeared next to them, dropping down in front of Sam and peering at him.
Sam looked back, trying to think of anything but the cold that was wracking his body. "Th-thanks..." He shivered, trying to smile.
Saren smiled in return and reached out, brushing her hand across his face in a motherly way. She made a slight face and handed the glass to Dean. "Make sure he drinks all of it." She said, standing slowly and walking over to retrieve a bottle of rubbing alcohol.
Dean looked at the glass of water, making a slight face. "What is this?"
"Willow bark, Yarrow, and passiflora incarnata. It will help bring his fever down."
"Can't we just give him some aspirin?"
Saren shook her head and returned with a washcloth soaked in rubbing alcohol. "No, the aspirin will thin his blood too much; it will make him worse." She pressed the washcloth to Sam's face and the younger man jumped slightly. "Shh..." Saren soothed, running to cloth over his face and neck.
Sam squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to block out the sudden iciness against his skin. He shivered again, a strange combinations of fire and ice racing along his skin. It was painful and exhausting trying to figure out which sensation to deal with first. "Feelings suck..." He mumbled for lack of anything else to say.
Dean smiled faintly and nodded. "Yeah they do, kiddo. Come on, down the hatch." He started to hand Sam the glass but changed his mind when he noticed how badly the younger man was still shaking. Instead, he held it up to Sam's lip, tilting it forward just enough so it wouldn't spill. Sam took a sip, made a face, but didn't have time to think about it before he was forced to swallow again. The remedy wasn't bad, it tasted a lot like some sort of tea, but doing much of anything other than breathing hurt. Hell, even breathing hurt. The last of the mixture drained from the cup and Sam coughed unintentionally.
"You okay?" Dean asked carefully, setting the glass back down on the floor.
Sam nodded weakly, leaning heavily into his brother's arms. "Stupid Boston Tea Party..." He mumbled, slumping forward a bit. Dean grabbed him, catching Saren's eye in confusion.
She shook her head dismissively, pressing the washcloth to Sam's forehead again. "Its the fever." She reassured him, turning her attention back to Sam. "He'll be fine, the medicine will bring the fever down shortly."
Dean nodded but it didn't do anything to placate the concern he still felt. He knew the fever would go down but it was a matter of keeping Sam conscious until they could figure out how to get out of the situation. Whatever that may entail.
So there it is, I'm really sorry its so short O.o Hope you all liked it!! :D