Hi. Thank you all for sticking with me. I'm still not feeling much like writing but I still have this story burning through my mind. This chapter isn't as long as some but it's something. I hope you enjoy it!!

If you like the Poltergeist the Legacy and Supernatural pairing, I've started another story under Crossovers called "Past Times". It's Poltergeist centric but the boys will be making an appearance shortly. I'd love to hear what you think of it!

Susanne

If Dean had thought the last few days had been hard he was mistaken. Once Rachel injected the serum into Sam's vein the world seemed to stop. Well, that wasn't entirely true. It continued for a whole five minutes, long enough to get Sam to their bedroom and situated on the bed. That was what Derek had suggested they do because they weren't entirely sure of what the side effects were going to be.

"You okay?" Dean asked as he looked down on his little brother. Sam had been fine after the shot and had wanted to ignore Rachel's instructions to go lie down. Then a strange kind of look had passed over his face and he'd capitulated. Now that he was lying down, Dean noticed for the first time how thin his kid brother was getting.

"I'm fine," Sam bit out. He'd turned his head away from his brother and closed his eyes. He could feel the serum burning through his arm up to his shoulder, into his heart. It wasn't particularly painful, more like when you drank liquor and could feel it burning all the way down. All he really wanted at the moment was to be alone. He wasn't very comfortable with all these people knowing about his demon blood. It made him ashamed of whom he was. It also made him feel like he couldn't be trusted. By anyone.

"Yeah, you look it," Dean replied sarcasm dripping from every word. He wanted to shake his brother. Knock some sense into him. Or maybe he just wanted to get the hell out of here and go back to their old lives.

"Dean?" Sam breathed. The burning was getting worse now that it had reached his stomach. Sam swallowed rapidly as he felt bile bubbling up his throat but it didn't seem to help. "Garbage can??"

Instantly Dean knew what was causing his brother distress. Quickly he looked around until he found some kind of receptacle. Then he was practically jumping across the bed to get it under his brother's head. Sam had rolled over to the side of the bed his head was hanging over the side. Dean made it just as the bile spewed out.

Unsure of what else to do, Dean sat on the edge of the bed while his brother brought up his breakfast and everything else he'd had in the last three days. Dean reached over and rubbed Sam's back as he continued to heave long after there was anything to come up. Tears mingled with snot and spit while Sam was at the mercy of his body.

"It's going to be okay," Dean tried to reassure Sam. Nothing was coming out and he REALLY wanted to get rid of the garbage can because the stink was terrible. But Dean didn't want to leave his brother alone.

"What's going on?" Nick asked from the doorway. He'd been on the way by and had impulsively checked on the brothers. The smell had been the first indication that something wasn't right. Then he'd seen the two brothers on the far edge of the bed, Sam leaning over it and Dean sitting on the edge beside him. Alarm bells went off in the ex Seal's head.

"What does it look like, man?" Dean growled. Sammy was still retching, his whole body heaving with his stomach. What little strength he'd managed to regain had evaporated, his head was hanging limply over the side. He didn't have the strength or energy to lift it up.

Nick slipped back out of the room and headed for the washroom. He came back with warm, wet towels and a basin of water. Silently he came into the room and moved to where the brothers still were on the bed. "Here."

Barely looking up, Dean grabbed the face cloth and towel. He put the face cloth on the back of Sam's neck and took a couple of ineffectual swipes at his face. It was hard to make sure he got it all because Sam was still lying limp as a rag doll.

"I'm going to get the others," Nick said. He paused long enough to snag the garbage can and then he headed out of the room.

"You do that," Dean muttered. "It's okay, Sammy. Just breathe."

O-O-O-O-O

"He's burning up," Rachel stated. She and Alex had just finished a quick examination of Sam. Once the dry heaves had stopped, Sam had fallen into an exhausted sleep. He didn't react at all to Nick and Dean rolling him over onto his back.

"That's a good sign, right? It means his body is fighting the contamination," Alex said. She knew a lot of things but tended to let Rachel lead when it came to medical issues. After all, she had gone to medical school to become a psychiatrist.

"Yes, it means that or it could be that his body is fighting the serum. We're going to have to keep a close eye on him and try to get the fever down," Rachel said as she absently tucked her blond hair behind her ears to get it out of her face. Other than the vomiting and the fever Sam seemed to have taken the serum well. That gave her hope. "I'm going to take another blood sample and see what it tells me."

"He's not a pin cushion," Dean growled. He really hated letting anyone else touch his brother. He knew these people meant well but they were still driving him around the bend.

"I understand your concern, Dean, but it's the best thing I can do at the moment," Rachel tried to reassure him. The bond between the brothers warmed her heart. Clearly they weren't used to depending on anyone but each other.

"Fine, do it. Then leave us alone for a while," Dean grumbled. He was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. It must have been an expensive antique but to Dean it was just uncomfortable. Nick hovered nearby, wanting to be close but not knowing how to help.

The two women exchanged a glance before Rachel pulled the equipment she needed out of the bag at her feet. As quickly as she could she got her sample. "Keep cool cloths on his head. If the fever doesn't drop in the next two hours let me know."

"Thank you," Dean choked out. The two women left the room. Dean pried himself out of the chair and moved to his brother. Nick was still hovering nearby. He didn't have anything more constructive to do.

"I'll get some more cloths," the ex SEAL said. He left the room to give the brother some breathing room.

"Sammy, Sammy, what do we do now?" Dean muttered as he replaced the cloths. He sat down beside his brother and then he lay down beside him. As soon as he got settled, Sam rolled onto his side, still asleep, and moved up against Dean's side. For a moment Dean was twelve again and Sam was eight.

It had been during one of John's longer hunts. Sam had gotten sick, the flu or something from school. There was nothing Dean could do to make his little brother feel better. After two exhausting days Dean had finally fallen asleep. He'd awoken with a start, ashamed that he'd left his kid brother unattended only to discover that Sam had climbed into his bed and was curled up against his side.

Unconsciously, Dean slipped his right arm under Sam's head and drew it down onto his shoulder. Then he started looking around the room. There was certainly enough there to entertain him while he waited for his kid brother to start feeling better. Sighing, Dean settled in for the long haul.