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Author's note: So yeah. Here's chapter 14!! Wowzers. Lol. I'm sorry it took me so long. I just had three tests I had to study for. My teachers were like, hell bent on not letting me finish my chapter. But I did it! YAYUH! The ending may suck because I finished it off in a hurry because I'm going out of town to my nan's house and she doesn't have the internet so there would be no way for me to finish this and I wanted it done for you guys. Someone sent me a message asking me when I was going to update and I want to say thanks for that! You know who you are and I want to dedicate this chapter to you because without that kick in the butt, I wouldn't have finished this in time for you guys to read it over the weekend.

The antidote

Sam knew he needed a shower but, he was afraid to leave Dean alone. He had only woken up once since since he had conked out yesterday. He had woken up, coughed up a lung, cursed and then went back to sleep. Sam was worried about their father too. He had been trying to get ahold of him since Missouri had hung up on him the day before. He had no clue what was wrong with their father or Dean. Obviously Dean had a fever but there was a reason behind it, Sam was sure of it. John sounded more like he was in pain than actually being sick.

"Sam?" came a whispered voice that was laced with pain.

"Dean?" Sam asked. Why he was asking, he had no clue. Of course it was Dean. He walked over to see Dean attempting to sit up. Sam kneeled in front of Dean and grabbed hold of one of his shoulders. "Dean."

"Come on, Sam. I've been on this couch for ages." Dean stated, feebly attempting to shrug Sam's hand off. The grip tightened instead of loosend. Dean looked at Sam who was staring at him so hard Dean was sure he could feel holes burning into his skull. Turned out it was a major headache instead of Sam's intense gaze.

"No, man. You're staying on this couch wether you like it or not."

"Who made you the boss, little brother?"

"No one." came Sam's simple reply. "I just really don't think it's a good idea for you to get up yet. Last time you collapsed if you'll remember...even when you said you were fine." Sam added for good measure. It earned him a glare from Dean.

"Whatever."

Sam smiled in triumph and let go of Dean's shoulder. He reached behind him and grabbed the water and aspirins that he had left there earlier. "Here."

Dean rolled his eyes but did not deny it. He sat up with Sam's help and took the aspirins. He shoved the blanket off of himself and then looked at Sam who was running into the bedroom at top speed to get his ringing phone.

"Dad?" Sam asked eagerly.

"It's Missouri."

Not the answer Sam was looking for but, it was better than nothing.

"Missouri, what the hell is going on?!"

Dean was really confused now. Why was Sam expecting their father? Why was Missouri calling Sam? He forced his heavily dropping eyelids to open; he was going to get to the bottom of this before he was pulled back into sleep. He was sick of sleep. He just sat there for a few minutes and looked at Sam when he coud hear nothing but sluggish footsteps and then a hard flop down on one of the beds. Sam's face looked like he was just told that someone had died.

Wait.

Was their father dead? A sudden panic rose inside Dean. He tried to stay cool on the outside while on the inside he was panicing, majorly panicing.

Sam hung up the phone and just sat on the bed.

There was deffinatley something wrong. Dean got up off of the couch and walked as fast as he could to the bedroom.

"What's going on?" Dean demmanded.

No response.

"Sam!"

Sam looked up to see Dean attempting to look meanacing in the bedroom doorway. He looked anything but menacing.

"It's dad...the demon..." Sam broke off from his sentence and stared at a spot on the wall.

"What about dad and the demon?" Dean cried.

"What's wrong Deaney? Afraid daddy-dearest is going to die on you? Don't worry. If he's the soldier he claims to be, he'll survive."

Meg's words came rushing back to him. When Meg had gotten him, their father and Missouri at her house. They were in the adandoned house and their dad was hurt. What did that fucking demon do to their father?

"Missouri said something about him being poisoned...?" Sam replied. His voice was barely above a whisper. "and nobody has the antidote accept for the demon."

Dean just stood there, mouth gaping.

"What?!" he finally managed.

"Missouri said he only has three days before the full effects of the poison sink in. Then it'll only take about 15 minutes and it will..."

"no...No. I'm not going to let this happen. I'm not going to let that fucking demon kill dad."

"We're not going to let this happen." Sam corrected.

Dean nodded, a determined look to his eyes.

"We have to start looking for that fucking thing. Weather charts, abnormal behavior..."

"Right." Sam nodded, standing when he was sure he wasn't going to faint or barf.

They got newspapers, the laptop, their father's journal; everything they needed to find that demon. They searched for about five hours and were still searching when Sam started to get a headache. He thought it was just another headache from staring at the laptop for too long. He used to get them all the time back at Stanford when he was researching information for a paper. He kept working until the headache worsened. He got up to go to the bathroom when his knees suddenly gave out on him. He gripped the back of his chair to keep himself from falling completly on the floor.

"Sam?" Dean asked, alarmed by his brother's actions.

"God, my head."

"Dammit." Dean hissed under his breath as he moved as quickly as he could over to his brother. He knew what was happening. Sam was having another vision. "C'mon Sam, snap out of it."

"Ahh..." Sam said shortly before a flood of images forced themselves inside his head. And then, sudden darkness.

Sam woke up with Dean standing over him. Sam gave a little smile.

"What's so funny?"

"We switched."

"Huh?"

"Never mind." Sam replied, sitting up.

"Take it slow, Sunshine."

"It was just a vision, Dean."

Dean snorted. "Oh yeah, it was just a vision. Like visions happen to people on a regular basis." He stared down at Sam. His own head was pounding and he could feel the heat coming off of his face, but, he needed to stay strong for Sam. At least, that's what he told himself. It scared the shit out of him when Sam had vision. "What'd you see?"

"Ummm...?" Sam was trying to remember. Sometimes he couldn't remember what he had seen until he had the same vision over again, usually in his sleep. A gasp escaped his lips as realisation hit him.

"What?"

"I know where dad is."

The boys quickly packed up weapons, the journal, holy water, books and everything they could think of to bring. They had never really faced the demon before, never really got a chance to kill him. They were out of the motel and into the impala in five minutes time, heading towards the demon's new hideout.

"Maybe you should take some aspirins or something. You still look like shit." Sam said from the driver's side.

"Aww thanks sweetie."

"Dean." Sam sighed. He hated how stubborn his brother could be sometimes. He could practically feel the heat radiating from his brother's body and yet Dean still acted as if he was feeling in tip-top shape. Sam wasn't falling for it. Not this time. "I don't want to have to get in there and have you collapse on me again."

Dean let out a snort.

"Come on, Dean. Man I'm serious, you really do look like shit." Sam urged. "Just, take some aspirins and I'll leave you alone."

"Argh." Dean said rolling his eyes. "Where's are they then?"

Sam smiled with triumph and pointed to the glove compartement. He couldn't wait to see Dean open that glove compartment and see all of those papers and junk fall onto his lap for once.

Dean opened the glove compartement and took out the aspirin bottle then closed it. He took the cap off of the bottle and then swallowed two aspirin dry and then shoved the bottle back in the glove compartment. Sam watched and pulled his eyebrows together as he didn't see one single thing come out of that glove compartment.

Dean looked over at Sam who had a disturbed stare on his face. "What?"

Sam shook his head. No need to be bothered by stupid little things like that. Not when their father was in trouble. He had to focuse on driving to their destination. He saw the sign similar to the one in his vision and pushed down on the accelerator, forgetting about Dean's question.

"Sam, dude. You're going to break the friggin steering wheel."

Sam looked down to see his knuckles whiter than Dean. He couldn't help it though. As soon as he had seen that sign, something just went off inside of him. It was like, if he didn't get there within the next two minutes, their father was going to be...God he couldn't even say the word.

Dead. He thought to himself. He involuntairly shuddered at the thought.

"Sam, what the hell is wrong with you man. We can stop if you need to take a whiz or something. Jeez."

"Sorry." Sam mumbled. He felt weird. He was having another feeling. Like when he just knew that their father was going to find them in that diner accept, urgent.

"You'll be sorry if you run us off of the road and hurt my baby."

Sam smiled in spite of himself.It was such a Dean thing to say. Sam looked at him and saw him staring out of the windsheild, almost as if he was deep in thought. Sam wondered briefly what it was like to be in Dean's head. What his brother thought about. Sam shrugged off the idea. Right now they had more important things to worry about. Like how the hell they were supposed to get the antidote for the poison without the demon killing them. He knew there was no way they were going to be able to sneak in unnoticed.

"Sam, LOOK OUT!" Dean cried.

Sam looked back at the road and noticed a car coming right towards them. He swirved and prayed to god he wasn't aiming for a tree or Dean would kill him. If they weren't already dead. They swerved right to the side of the road. They both sat there in silence for a few minutes. Dean turned to look at Sam with an expression of anger masking concern on his face.

"What the hell, Sam?! You nearly got us killed! And worse! You nearly killed my baby! If there is so much as a scratch on her, I'll kill you." Dean said, getting out of the car.

Sam just sat there and shook his head, another smile plastered across his face. At least Dean wasn't probing about why he had almost gotten them killed. Really, he just wasn't paying attention to the road but, the feeling was starting to make him agitated. He needed to get to that house. He just had a feeling.

Dean got back in the car, satisfied that his beloved Impala was unharmed. Dean looked over at Sam who looked like a nervous reck. He was hunched over, gripping the steering wheel so tight Dean was sure it was going to leave a mark and his eyes were darting around nervously.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"We need to go. We need to get to that place NOW. I just, I have this feeling and, I just..." Sam looked over at his older brother who just nodded in return. Sam felt relief wash over him because Dean didn't need any more explaining. He understood. He didn't need to prod and poke. And Sam loved him because of it. He turned the Impala back on and hastily sped away to the place where the demon resigned. And Sam would be damned if he let himself get any more nervous than he already was, or he might not make it.

Author's note: So, there was chapter 14! I hope you guys liked it!! There's not much more I can say accept please review!!

P.S. Don't forget to watch Supernatural tonight! Here in Newfoundland, another new one is coming on tonight, Channel 44 at 11:30 p.m. ! Keep your eyes peeled! Did anyone see Hunted though! Was it good or what? Dean was tied to a chair! YUMM:P