This chapter was kinda short, but the next will be longer. Promise. There are about four more chapters after this one. I hope you enjoy. Thank you for all of your reviews.

It had been two weeks, and the older Winchester men had finally been allowed back into Sam's room without the mask, gown, and gloves. Sam had, of course, gaining a little more strength, told them that he was going to leave if they didn't let his family in. Dean smirked when he heard this. 'That's my boy.' Dr Lambert had told them that he was going to allow them to do this, because Sam's white blood cell count was beginning to get higher. It all meant that the transplant seemed to be working, and that Sam was getting to be better.

Dean walked cautiously into the room, careful to not wake his sleeping brother. While he had made progress, his baby brother was still incredibly weak. He had moved beyond the stage where they would kill him if they had any germs, but it was only a small improvement. At least he looked better than a few days after the transplant. It didn't kill him to look at his brother anymore.

As quiet as Dean had tried to be, when he sat down in his chair, Sam shook his head to clear it, and then looked over at Dean. "Hey, they listened." He chuckled for a little.

"Well, we had to work the old Winchester magic, but you know..." Dean said, shrugging his shoulders. He could almost let himself relax, convincing himself that Sammy was going to be fine.

"So all the nurses think you're a dork?"

"No, of course not." He said, his usual confidence showing through. It was a nice thing for Sam to see. Especially since every time he had come into the room since and before the transplant, he had probably filled his quota for chick-flick moments for the next year at least.

Sam laid his head back on the pillow, taking in a deep breath. Dean moved the chair closer to the bed under the guise of being able to hear the TV better with the speaker right next to the bed. Sam knew otherwise, and he went to sleep with the comfort of knowing that his brother was right with him.

The next time Sammy woke up, he was so cold and he pulled the quilt closer to himself to try to stay warm. His head pounded, and his throat stung, yet he struggled to get up. There was pain everywhere, even in his eyelids, and he called out "Dean?"

Dean stood from his chair and held onto his brother's hand. He was shaking like he was cold but there was sweat coming off of him. "I got you, Sammy." He made the promise, while searching for fever. His heart rate shot up, and he looked around for their dad. He wasn't there.

Looking around, he found the call button for the nurse, and pressed it a few times. The night nurse came into the room quickly, sensing the urgency.

"He's got a fever!" Dean yelled at her. "I thought he was getting better, what the hell's going on with him? He was fine this afternoon."

"Sir, calm down. He's going to be fine. We need to get the big blanket off of him and then I'll take his temperature. He'll be fine." She tried to reassure him.

He watched as this nurse called the other nurse and they worked to get his baby brother's fever down. It felt like this had happened before and he said a silent prayer to whatever god was listening to take care of his brother. He stood there, holding Sammy's hand and humming "The Memory Remains" by Metallica quietly, not even sure if Sam heard him.

The doctor came into the room and brought Sammy's head toward him. He shined a flashlight in his eyes and Sammy winced. "Dean!" He cried out again, as the on-call doctor continued to look him over.

"It's okay Sammy, I'm here. Everything's okay. He just wants to see what's wrong." He pleaded with him. 'Just be okay.' The doctor motioned for Dean to follow him, and he squeezed the hand he was holding onto and then went to follow the doctor.

"What's wrong with him?" He demanded.

"It looks like it's the flu. His lungs sound congested, but not enough to be an infection. He should be all right, but I'll have the nurses keep a closer eye on him tonight." The doctor said.

"Okay, thanks." Dean said and then went to go sit back down with Sammy. He couldn't believe his dad still wasn't there.

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John looked over his documents and tried to call Missouri. She would want to know that he was on the move. His son's were doing just fine without him, and he wouldn't be needed for much longer. It was time to go.

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