Okay . .. first off, thanks to everyone for they're kind reviews! And I know that this chapter is kinda short . . . but it's setting up for the next one! So bare with me!

Enjoy . . .

"Hey Sam, I got us some food from the diner across the street," Dean billowed as he entered the quaint motel room. When Dean didn't get an answer he looked over to the bed, through the dark he could barely make out a still form.

"Come on Sam, you need to wake up and eat, your like a freaking stick," Dean's eyebrow's creased when his baby brother didn't move. Usually Sam was a really light sleeper, and even more so now since Jessica had been . . . killed.

Frowning slightly, Dean trotted over to the light-switch and flipped it upwards. He was still too far away to notice anything amiss with his younger brother. "Sam?" Dean asked. Rolling his eyes clearly annoyed, Dean trudged up to the bed ready to scare the hell out of the unsuspecting man.

As he got closer, her realized that his brother was lying at an odd angle. "Sam wake up . . . Sammy?" His heart leaped into his throat at the sight of Sam.

The young Winchester's face was blue, an awfully pallid blue, almost ghostly. His left arm hung limply off of the bed, and he was face down.

"Oh shit," Dean breathed loudly. His overprotective nature was fighting along side his trained persona. Working like a professional, Dean flipped his brother onto his back and winced at the cold emanating off of him. The older Winchester found that his baby brother's face lips to be a darker shade of blue. He wasn't even breathing.

"Don't do this Sammy," Dean begged. What the hell happened while I was gone? After Dean dragged Sam off of the bed and layed him on the hard flat floor, he expertly tilted Sam's head back and proceeded to breathe forcefully into the unwilling lungs. After counting to five he began thrusting his palms into Sam's chest.

It took an extremely long ten minutes to get Sam breathing again, and Dean was left to wonder if his baby brother would have brain damage.

Carefully the older brother sat Sam up and pulled him against his chest and rubbed soothing circles on his brother's back as he let out hacking coughs. "Can you hear me Sammy?" Dean asked breathlessly. A small grunt answered him.

Yet again, Dean's heart plummeted when he felt Sam go lax within his arms. He was unwittingly spurred into action. As carefully as Dean could permit, he lifted his baby brother into his arms and quickly made his way to the bathroom.

After setting the youngest Winchester on the floor, Dean rushed to the bathtub and turned on the tap. He let out a worried sigh as the warm water started filling the porcelain tub.

"Sam?" Dean questioned as he lightly smacked the young man's cheek. No answer. "What mess did you get into now Sammy?" Dean mumbled as he lifted his brother into the warm water. He winced slightly when Sam recoiled at the warmth.

Finally Sam settled into the water with a soft sigh. "That's it Sammy, get warm . . . then wake up and tell me what the hell you did this time," Dean joked to the unconscious man.

Sam always seemed to get into deep shit. Although Dean couldn't really run his mouth about that, cause he did it just as much. That was the good thing about having a brother, whenever something got too hot and heavy a brother would be right there fighting beside the other.

Dean got on his knees and grabbed his baby brother's unusually cold and lax hand then squeezed it in his own. If Sam were ever taken out of the equation, he'd just lose it. He'd forget the hunting; he'd forget his dad . . . he'd just rot.

"You can't go doing crap like this Sammy," Dean muttered as he put his head down on the corner of the tub. "I can't lose you, not now, not ever. We're a team, and I refuse to do this solo . . . ever." It was out of Dean's nature to spill his guts out, but he'd come closer than he'd ever had to losing his brother tonight. He hadn't even been breathing.

Suddenly, a twitch in the hand Dean was holding made him shoot his head up. There smiled his baby brother. "Your such a pussy," he whispered. "But your last statement goes for me too," and with that, Sam closed his eyes.

Dean smiled and spoke softly, "That's right Sammy, we're a team, with or without dad."

TBC . . .