Sam and Gabe watched Charlie jump in the ambulance with the paramedics and Dean and Cas follow them in the Impala. For the third time in two months, they'd all be at the hospital, though this time they were all much more formally dressed.

Sam looked at Gabe and noticed his boyfriend was as white as a sheet.

"Gabe?" Sam asked.

"I should've said something," Gabe said.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.

"Charlie told me that Dorothy grew a tolerance to her HIV meds," Gabriel said softly.

Sam stared at Gabe. "When did she tell you?" he asked.

"The day Dean woke up," Gabe said, "I'm sorry. I should've said something, but she asked me not to."

Sam put a hand on Gabe's shoulder and said, "It's okay. We'll talk about this later. Go talk to the hotel and cancel the reservations. See if we can get our bags brought down. I'll talk to the guests."

Gabe nodded but a tear slid down his face.

Sam quickly hugged him and said, "Hey, it's gonna be okay. She's gonna be fine."

"I should've said something, I should've done something," Gabe said, voice tear thick, against Sam's shoulder.

Sam pulled back and looked Gabe in the eye. "This isn't your fault, Gabe," he said.

"I wasn't there for them when I should've been," Gabe said, trying his hardest not to cry, "If I'd been there for Michael, maybe he wouldn't be so fucked in the head. If I'd been open with you and Dean and Cas, Dorothy might not be-"

Sam hugged his boyfriend tightly and said softly, "None of that is your fault. None of it. And Dorothy's gonna be okay. We'll go to the hospital after we finish up here. Everything will be fine, I promise."

Gabe hugged Sam back and cried onto his shoulder. "I just want this to be over. I don't want to be afraid for my family all the time. Can't we all just be okay?" he said through tears.

Sam rubbed his back. He was scared, too. Everything felt like when Dean got shot but worse. He didn't watch when Dean got shot. He watched Dorothy have a seizure, and he couldn't do a damn thing. He'd never be able to get the sight of Dorothy's convulsing limbs out of his head. If it weren't for the fact that he was holding onto Gabe, trying to help him feel better, he'd be losing it himself.

Gabe pulled away from Sam and sniffled, wiping his eyes. "I'll go talk to the hotel," he said.

Sam nodded and walked to the DJ's table.

"Can I borrow your microphone?" Sam asked. The DJ nodded and handed him a small mic.

Sam tapped it a couple of times and turned around to the room full of talking people. "Can I get everyone's attention for a minute?" he asked loudly.

The talking died down quickly.

"Dorothy is being taken to the hospital near UIC. If any of you want to go over there and be there for support, feel free to do so. I know a lot of you are friends of Dorothy's, and I'm sure my family would appreciate it," Sam said, "Anyone else can feel free to go home. I hate to cut the reception short, but the grooms left, so...basically, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. Thank you."

People quickly started talking again and dispersing in random directions.

Jo walked up, holding hands with Benny, and said, "We're going to the hospital. Do you need help with anything?"

Sam asked, "Do you have the camera?"

Jo nodded, holding it up.

Sam said, "Keep the camera safe in your car. We'll meet you at the hospital."

Jo and Benny nodded and left.

After the majority of the guests had cleared, Sam went to find Gabe. He found him sitting on a bench with his head in his hands.

"Hey," Sam said, sitting down, "Come here."

Gabe rested his head on Sam's chest and said, "They're bringing the bags down."

Sam wrapped an arm around Gabe and rested his head on top of his boyfriend's. They sat like that for a moment, just listening to each other breathe. It felt to Sam like the calm before the storm. He didn't want to break this. After they left, they'd go to the hospital and have to face reality.

"Did she stop seizing when they put her in the ambulance?" Gabe asked, exhaustion and pain clinging to every word.

Sam said quietly, "I don't know. I just saw them all leave in a rush."

Gabe buried his face in Sam's chest. "I'm trying really hard to believe this isn't my fault. I'm really trying," he said.

Sam hugged Gabe and stroked his hair. He struggled to find words to comfort his boyfriend.

"I love you," Sam said quietly.

Gabe hugged Sam tighter.

One of the hotel clerks cleared his throat in front of them. He said, "Here are your bags."

Gabe and Sam got up. Sam quickly thanked the clerk and grabbed three of the bags, throwing them over his shoulder. Gabe grabbed the other three.

Sam couldn't bear thinking about Dorothy. He didn't want to lose a sister. His family was all he had at times. He didn't want to lose any of them. The thought that Dorothy might die stole the air from his lungs and churned his stomach with potent fear.

Gabe and Sam got the bags to the car, threw them in the trunk, and climbed in.

"You know this really isn't your fault, right?" Sam asked as he started the car.

Gabe just shrugged.

Sam said, "You didn't give her HIV, Gabe. You didn't get her sick, and we don't even know if this has anything to do with that. She might have just had a seizure. Maybe she developed epilepsy. We don't know."

Gabe sighed, "You're right. I just feel awful. I just wish there was a way I could help."

"I know," Sam said, putting a hand on Gabe's thigh.

"She's family, you know? This just sucks so much," Gabe said.

Sam held Gabe's hand and squeezed it lightly, reassuringly. It did make Sam feel slightly better to hear Gabe say that Dorothy was family. Maybe Gabe was starting to think of himself as family, too.

They drove to the hospital quickly. Dorothy was going to be fine. Everything was going to be fine. It had to be.