Hey there everyone. Sorry about the massive abundance of evil cliffhangers by the way. Again, I have no medical knowledge so sorry if any of this is wrong. Just a not, I will be leaving for a five day trip to New Orleans without my laptop so if I don't reply to any comments, or post anything that's why. Okay, on to the story. Eric Kripke owns everything, not me.

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Previously: "Yeah, that kid will be lucky if he sees tomorrow."

Now that Sam knew his brother was on the road to recovery, time flew by. It seemed like only minutes ago Dean was drifting off to sleep. Now some nurse (Who Sam thought was pretty hot) walked into the room.

Mandy Davidson had worked at the clinic for three years now. She was still considered to be the "new girl" among the nurses though. She had seen people come through the doors with some strange injuries, but she knew what she was signing up for when she signed her job application. She wore her long dirty blonde hair back in a high ponytail, and seemed to have a never-ending smile.

As she walked up to Dean she said to his family, 'Hi there, I'm Mandy. I'm just here to check up on Dean and see if we can wake him up again."

John liked her positive energy for some reason. She is way to young for me, but she still is nice. He finally found his voice and said, "Here, let me help you with that. Dean is kind of jumpy."

"Okay, no problem."

John turned toward Dean, grabbed his right hand, and said, "Hey Dean, I need you to wake up now kiddo. Think you can do that for me now?" He watched Dean react to his voice, and try and open his eyes. God, this kid is tough. I feel bad about all the shit I put him through. No kid his age should have to wake up in a hospital room, all doped up, with a tube breathing for them. It's just not right. You better be okay kiddo, I don't know what I would do without you. Hell, what would Sammy do without you?

All Dean wanted was a little peace and quiet so he could sleep. Just five more minutes! Seriously would it kill you to let me sleep for a while? Not cool man! Ugh, if I don't wake up I'm going to get bitched at and I'm in no mood to listen to that. After much contemplation, Dean slid his eyes open, and stared at his father. He had to link a few times to get his dad into focus.

"Hey Kiddo, how are you feeling?" John asked when he saw that Dean was awake.

Dean seemed to think about his answer for a few minutes, but eventually gave his father a shaky thumbs up. How the hell do you think I am? Everything hurts, I literally can't breathe, and for some reason everything is really hot. Seriously, why am I sweating?

The nurse checked Dean's vitals, and scribbled a few things down on his chart. She gave Dean a brief once over, and then checked his temperature. When she finished this, she gave a slight frown, and said, "Hmm."

"What's the matter?" Sam asked impatiently.

"His temperature has gone up again. He currently is running a fever of 103.5 degrees. With the medication we have him on we were expecting his temperature to drop, not rise."

"So what does this mean?" John asked.

"I'll have the doctor check him over to be sure. I'm not qualified to give you a hard answer to that."

"Ok, thanks," John said as the nurse left the room to go get the doctor.

Ten minutes later, Dean was whisked away for another batch of tests, to try and figure out exactly what is wrong with him. After a long while, Dean was wheeled back into his room. Sam held his hand as the doctor reconnected the ventilator.

After getting Dean situated the Doctor turned to John and said, "Mr. Winchester I believe we need to have a talk in my office."

John saw the sadness in the man's eyes as he replied, "This concerns Sammy too. He should know what's going on. You can say it here."

"All right, after running a few tests we've determined that the infection from Dean's leg is spreading to the rest of his body. We are starting him on heavy-duty antibiotics, but if he doesn't improve in the next two days we have to amputate his leg