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Previously on Supernatural-"Its coming" Sam fearfully whispered.

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"What do you mean?" Dean asked staring down at his little brother. "What's coming?"

Pounding on Bobby's front door drowned out Sam's reply. Jumping at the sudden sound the youngster burrowed into his big brother's side. "It's here, Dean!" he squeaked. "It's here!"

"Bobby"

"I'm on it Dean" the older man replied as he stormed toward the panic room door holy water flask in hand. Stopping at the doorway he turned to face the Winchesters. "Do not leave this room no matter what." He instructed. "Understand?"

"Yes sir" Dean answered clamping a hand over his little brother's mouth to stop the argument he knew was coming. "Be careful, guys"

"Always" Josh assured the younger men as he followed Bobby out the door and up the winding staircase.

Dean watched his friends go hoping that the visitor was just some poor smuck who'd had car trouble and not another visit from Ruby or worse. Sighing he glanced down at his little brother frowning as he noticed the boy's arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. Concerned he asked, "How's the tummy, kiddo?"

"Feels like there's a fireworks show going off in there" Sam groaned curling into an even smaller ball.

"That good, huh?" Dean teased rubbing Sammy's back in comfort.

"Yeah" Sam whispered. "Think I could have some more of that pink stuff?"

Dean glanced down at his watch before answering. "Sure buddy" Picking his little brother up off his lap he carefully stood and walked over to the rickety table on one side of the room. Grabbing the bottle he carried it back over to the mattress and sat back down. Dean sat Sam down beside him and then uncapped the bottle pouring out the recommended amount. "Open up Sammy, here comes the choo choo." he joked smirking at the glare his brother sent his way. Dean handed Sam the plastic measuring cup. He swapped the cup for a bottled water as soon as the boy had swallowed the medicine knowing the kid would want to wash the nasty taste out of his mouth.

"Thanks Dean" Sam whispered handing the water back to his big brother and leaning back against the older boy's chest. He scrunched his eyes closed as another sharp pain hit his abdomen accompanied by a loud gurgling sound. "Oh God!" he moaned tightening his hold on his stomach. "Dean, I gotta go!"

"Go? Sammy, we can't leave the…" Dean began stopping as the light bulb went off. "Oh! Okay, ummm, I'll getcha there!" he stated as he hurriedly grabbed his little brother and raced toward the bathroom right outside the panic room door. "Just do me a favor and hold it till we get there. I'd rather not have to clean up that mess."

"Deeeean" Sam hissed through gritted teeth. "Hurry up!"

"Almost there" Dean assured his sibling. He threw open the bathroom door and rushed inside. Setting Sam on his feet for a moment Dean pulled the little boy's pants and underoos down and quickly sat him on the toilet. "Okay Sammy, I'll just go out now but I'll be close to the door. Holler if you need me." He instructed as he backed toward the doorway scrunching up his nose at the noises coming from his brother.

"De!" Sam called throwing a hand over his mouth.

"Crap! It's coming out both ends!" Dean thought as he snatched the empty trash can off the floor and shoved it under Sam's chin just in time. Holding the can with one hand he wrapped his other arm around his little brother's chest holding him securely and whispering words of comfort while the sickness continued to assault the boy. When the bout finally ended, Dean set the trash can aside and helped Sammy get cleaned up. Gently picking up his exhausted sibling he carried the boy out of the room and back to the panic room. After settling Sam back on the mattress and tucking him in, Dean went back to the bathroom and quickly disposed of the trash can's contents breathing through his mouth to avoid the foul stench. Dropping the can he washed his hands and swiftly left the room closing the door behind him. He walked back in the panic room and plopped down on the floor beside his little brother. Brushing the wayward bangs off the boy's head he softly asked, "Feeling better, kiddo?"

"A little" Sam whispered back turning to look over at the open doorway as footsteps echoed down the stairs. Needing to be ready to protect his big brother he pulled himself into a sitting position and leaned against the cool wall watching the door intently. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as a familiar face appeared in the doorway. "Missouri?" he rasped.

"Hey baby" Missouri greeted smiling at the little boy. Walking over she crouched down in front of the youngest Winchester and tenderly cupped his cheek. "Oh, sweetie" she whispered. Hearing laughter she snapped her head around and glared at Dean. "Something funny young man?"

Ignoring the woman's glare Dean looked down at his confused brother. "Dude, you called Missouri an 'it'!" he chuckled smirking as Bobby attempted to stifle a laugh.

"I didn't mean to" Sam defended turning his puppy dog eyes on the motherly woman. "It was dark in my dream. The only thing I could make out was a great, big, fat blob knocking…OW! What was that for?!" he asked rubbing the back of his head and scowling at Missouri. Eyes widening as he realized what he had said Sam quickly backtracked. "I didn't, I mean I just saw a big, no not big, I mean a umm, a…"

"Sam, maybe you should quit while you're behind." Josh offered fighting to keep the smile off his face. "We all know what you're trying to say."

"That's right, Sammy" Dean agreed. "You better shut it before Missouri turns you over her knee and…OW! Whatcha do that for?!"

"You're lucky I don't have my spoon with me, Dean Winchester! What were you thinking feeding this little one chili?!" Missouri scolded scooping Sam into her arms.

Glaring at the angry woman Dean hollered, "I didn't think…"

"That's right, you didn't think Dean." Missouri interrupted. "Good thing I'm here now. You three apparently have no idea how to take care of a little one."

"Hey!" Sam protested squirming in Missouri's hold. "I am not a 'little one' and Dean knows more about taking care of me than anybody. He's been looking out for me my whole life."

"Is that so?" Missouri asked with a smile.

"Yeah, it is." Sam defended reaching out for his big brother. "And I won't have you saying anything against him. He doesn't deserve it. Dean's the best big brother a guy could have."

"Then why have you been going behind his back and sneaking off with that demon, honey?" Missouri questioned.

"You wouldn't understand" Sam whispered dropping his gaze to the floor. "Nobody would"

"Try me" Missouri prodded as she stood and slowly started to rock the small boy. She hated to push the sick boy but knew that the combination of exhaustion and illness would make the littlest Winchester share things he normally wouldn't.

"I just *yawn* want to *yawn* protect him" Sam sleepily explained. Laying his head on Missouri's shoulder he closed his eyes and whispered, "I have to kill Lilith. She hurt *yawn* Dean…took him to Hell. Dean went to Hell and it's *yawn*, its alllll myyy faaulllt."