A/N: Hey everyone (waves) well here I am with yet another chapter :o) Hope you all enjoy it!! Also, a quick and heartfelt thank you to every one of you who has left me a review; ya'll are AMAZING!!! And a special thanks to my lovely beta St0pSmackinMe07 aka Keladecki :o) Luv ya!!

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Chapter 37

Dean and Haley walked into the motel room still laughing and mocking the guy from the McDonalds.

"I should've given the poor kid some pointers," Dean chuckled closing the door behind him.

"Hey, what's so funny?" Sam asked looking from one sibling to the other.

Dean stripped off his flannel shirt and threw it over the arm of the small couch. "Some poor loser was hitting on Haley—."

Sam cocked his eyebrows and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. "A guy was hitting on her and you're laughing about it?" he asked with shock. When a guy hit on Haley Dean did everything but laugh.

"Relax Sammy he was quite harmless, didn't know much about picking up chicks anyway," Haley said handing him the bag of food, his drink, and his McFlurry.

"What the hell are you covered in?" Sam asked staring at the small speckled brown spots all over her.

Dean walked over and gave her a quick glance; he hadn't noticed anything on her earlier. "What the—?"

"Relax guys, it's just coke. That dumbass ran into me and spilled his drink on me. I think he did it on purpose. It's probably the only way he'll ever be able feel a girl up," she blurted out immediately regretting it afterwards. Crap, here we go.

"Why do you say that Haley, did he feel you up?" Dean asked no longer thinking the situation was funny.

"No, he didn't." she said looking away slightly irritated.

"Haley" Sam sighed.

"He didn't feel me up I swear," she argued. 'Would it kill you to trust me once in awhile?' she thought as she made her way to her bag and pulled out a t-shirt.

Sam and Dean's gaze didn't waver from her and she broke. How they both managed to do that was beyond her, all they had to do was stare and she was like a fucking open book.

"He tried to alright. When he spilled the drink on me he tried wiping it off with a napkin but I didn't let him. It's no big deal, he wasn't the first and he won't be the last guy to try and feel me up. Guys are pigs," she said calmly shrugging her shoulder and throwing the shirt over her head carefully before walking towards the laptop.

"Yeah well any guy who attempts to get fresh with you might just end up with a broken arm," Dean said matter of factly.

"I second that," Sam added as he leaned back against the headboard and took a sip of his drink.

Haley rolled her eyes and booted up the laptop. "You know I'm 15 and perfectly capable taking care of myself, right? I'm not some defenseless 10 year old who needs protecting 24/7 guys. I've been taught well." She admitted proudly

"Not saying you can't protect yourself Haley, just saying that as long as we're around, we do the protecting." Dean said motioning to him and Sam.

Too tired to argue about it, Haley let it go. She wouldn't get anywhere even if she tried so she might as well deal with it.

"What are you looking for?" Sam asked breaking her away from her thoughts.

"Oh uh, we might have stumbled onto a case. Some ladies were talking about a few deaths around town; it might be our kind of thing," she explained quickly.

Dean stripped out of the rest of his clothes and threw on a pair of gray sweats and white t-shirt and dropped onto the bed. "They mentioned a couple of deaths, all siblings apparently."

"So what, we're staying then?" Sam asked with slight irritation.

"Yeah might as well since we're already here," Dean said picking up the remote control and flipping on the television.

Sam shook his head and put the remainder of his food to the side. He suddenly didn't feel too hungry. "Dean we don't have time for this, we need to get back to Missouri's," Sam stated as he swung his long legs over the edge of the bed.

"Sammy relax we're just looking into it, if nothing comes up then we'll take off tomorrow alright?" Dean said giving Sam a quizzical look. Sam wasn't one to walk away from potential hunts; he was all about saving everybody.

"Dea—."

"I found something," Haley called out excitedly interrupting Sam in the process.

Dean muted the TV and looked over. "What is it?"

Sam stood up wincing as he felt the pull of his stitched wounds. He was getting aggravated, both his siblings were ignoring him and he wasn't in the mood for it.

"Whatever it is, we're not staying," Sam exclaimed.

Both Dean and Haley stared at him in confusion. What the hell was going on? Who was this guy and what the fuck had he done with Sam?

"Dude—."

"No, Dean we always do what you want. I don't want to find another hunt, okay? I just want— need to get back to Missouri's," he argued.

"Sammy, people might die," Haley said sounding a bit perplexed.

Sam sighed and walked towards his bag, his arm wrapped around his mid-section. "Whatever, do what you want, I'm leaving," he said bending down to get his bag. Wincing as pain flared up his chest.

"You're what? Dude, what the fuck is your problem?" Dean yelled getting off the bed and walking towards him. "First you fight me because I want stop and let you heal and now you fight me because I want to check out a possible hunt?" Dean lashed out.

"I said I'm fine Dean obviously you don't listen very well do you?" Sam yelled back, his breath coming out a bit shaky.

Haley looked from Sam to Dean and tensed up. She didn't like where this was going.

"Guys," she spoke softly.

"You're not fine Sam! You have a fucking fever and your sweating balls!" Dean pointed out. "Forgive me for giving a flying fuck about you. Maybe I shouldn't, seeing as you obviously don't need anyone but yourself!"

"Fuck you, Dean," Sam spat out "It's—I—damn it!"

Sam took a haggard breath and clenched his abdomen tighter. Now that he was up and moving everything seemed to hurt so much more. The room started to tilt slightly to his right and his ears started to ring. 'Shit, shit, shit,'he thought as he shook his head to try and clear the fuzziness.

"Sammy?" Haley stood up from the table and quickly made her way over to them. "Sam what's wrong?"

Dean inched his way closer to Sam, concern now replacing any anger or frustration he had previously felt.

"Sammy, come on man, let's get you back in bed," Dean said gently wrapping his arm around Sam's back and leading him to his bed.

Sam's vision cleared for a moment. "Dean, I—."

"Whoa, hey man, I got ya!" Dean grumbled as Sam's body sagged onto his.

Sam's world suddenly started to spin again, this time a little more than the first time. "Dean."

"I got ya, I got ya," Dean said softly.

"Oh my God, Dean he's bleeding," Haley yelled in a panicked voice.

Dean laid Sam on the bed and quickly pulled Sam's shirt up. A few of Sam's stitches had torn and appeared to be puffier and redder then when he had last checked.

"Shit, Haley, get me the thermometer from the kit," Dean said now feeling the heat radiating off of Sam's body.

Haley quickly ran to get the thermometer from the kit and handed it to Dean with shaky hands.

Dean stuck the thermometer in his mouth and waited for the beep. "Son of a bitch!" he yelled loudly.

"Is it bad?" she asked, worry clearly etched in her voice.

"S'ok guys, I jus moved to fast." Sam slurred.

"Haley, get the keys, we're taking him to the hospital," Dean said as he carefully sat Sam up. "Sammy, hey man come on, we're gonna get you some help."

"No hospital," Sam grumbled.

"This isn't an option Sam. Come on, up we go," Dean said, preparing to take on his brother's weight.

Sam looked up at Dean with bleary eyes before he lost his battle with consciousness.

"Sam, Sammy, come on man," Dean struggled to keep Sam's sagging body from toppling to the floor. Shit

Dean, running out of options quickly picked Sam up in his arms awkwardly and stumbled towards the door. "Haley, open the door we gotta go," he instructed.

Haley fought to keep her emotions under control and opened the door quickly making a run for the car and opening the back door of the Impala. Dean stumbled under Sam's weight but managed to get to the car and laid Sam in the backseat.

"I'm gonna get direction to the hospital, put pressure on the wounds," he yelled hurriedly.

Haley nodded and jumped in the backseat with Sam and put pressure on his bleeding chest. Sam didn't react to her touch and that scared her beyond belief. He was sweating profusely, his face was flushed, and he was clammy to the touch. How the hell had things gotten so bad?

Dean opened the driver door and slammed it shut bringing her out of her trance. He turned the car on and dodged out of the parking lot like a bat outta hell, throwing glances at both his siblings in the rearview mirror.

"Sammy, Sammy I'm so sorry. I didn't catch it. I'm so sorry," Haley whispered.

Sam remained motionless.

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It had been an hour since Sam had been wheeled away from them. Dean had taken up pacing around the small waiting room like a caged animal while Haley sat in a small chair, her knees clutched tightly to her chest. No one had bothered to tell them anything yet and it was driving them both mad.

'I should have felt it. Isn't this how it works? I should have felt sicker or something, I should have known. God, how didn't I know?'she thought as the events of the night played in her head.

"You ok?"

Haley snapped out of her thoughts and looked up to see Dean standing right in front of her, his concerned eyes boring a hole through her.

No, I'm not. Not until Sam is. Haley nodded and laid her head back down on top of her knees.

She heard Dean sigh and felt him take a seat next to her but she didn't flinch.

"Hay—."

"Family of Sam Dolan?"

Dean and Haley quickly stood up and stepped in front of the doctor.

"He's our brother, how is he?" Dean asked quickly.

The doctor took a step back and cleared his throat. "I'm Dr. Richards; I was Mr. Dolan's attending Doctor tonight," he explained as he opened up the file he was carrying. "Mr. Dolan came in boring some pretty nasty cuts. He's extremely lucky that wolf didn't do any major damage and that you were able to administer first aid so quickly. However, he did develop a pretty nasty infection, which is not uncommon with these injuries. We managed to clean out the wounds and re-stitch them and we've started him on a round of antibiotics; we expect signs of improvement soon," he informed giving them a quick smile.

"So he's going to be ok?" Haley asked her voice still laced with concern.

The doctor nodded. "I expect him to make a full recovery. However, we'd like to keep him until tomorrow. His temperature is still questionable," he added.

"Can we see him?" Dean asked impatiently

"Of course, this way please," he said leading them through the double doors and down a corridor.

"He's resting comfortably and might be a little drowsy due to the medication we've administered when he wakes up," he explained.

Dean nodded in acknowledgement and held his hand out. "Thanks doc."

The doctor took Dean's hand and smiled. "Glad I could help, son. Good luck and stay out of those woods. I'll be back to check on him a little later."

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"Hay, you ok?" Dean asked walking over to her. She had been unusually quiet since the doctor had allowed them in.

Haley stood by the window looking out at the town. She hated hospitals. She hated them with a passion. To most people a hospital was heaven sent, to her it was pain. Hospitals were a painful reminder of what she had lost seven months ago, her dad.

"Haley?" Dean called out again, this time reaching out and resting his hand on her back.

Haley turned around and leaned her back against the window, her eyes falling on Dean's concerned face.

"What's up with you?" Dean asked eyeing her carefully.

"I'm just worried about Sammy," she sighed letting her eyes wander to her sleeping brother. "Shouldn't he be awake yet?"

"His body needs time to recover. You know how these infections work," he said giving Sam a quick glance.

Haley nodded and pushed off the window. "We should call Missouri."

"Nah, we'll just worry her. We'll wait until tomor—."

Dean dug into his back pocket and pulled out his vibrating phone and frowned at the name popping up on the screen. "What the—?"

"Who is it?" Haley asked curiously.

Dean looked up; his eyebrows raised high in confusion. "Bobby."

Dean hit the answer button with his thumb and brought the phone to his ear. "Bobby, hey. What's going on?"

Their old friend sighed into the phone before he said in a husky voice, "I need your help."

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