Sam's POV
I woke up to the sound of someone retching and gagging. Dean. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Dean was sitting on the cold tile floor looking terrible. His hair was disheveled and sticky everywhere. His face was really pale. His eyes were red and teary with bags under him. His shirt was sticking to him because he was sweaty. I could tell now that he had lost some weight.
"Dean?" I said. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" I went and kneeled next to him.
"I'm sick, Sammy. I'm sorry." He said, sounding like a child.
"What? Why are you sorry?" I was confused. What did he have to be sorry for?
"I kind of-." He started to cough. "Been sick a while."
"Why did you come to me sooner? Why did you hunt separately from me for so long?" I asked, quietly.
"I didn't want you to worry. I thought I would get better." He said. His eyes started to close.
"Hey, Dean. It's okay. Let's go to bed." I helped him up. He leaned all of his weight on me and groaned.
How had he gotten his bad this quick? He seemed fine when he showed up several hours ago. His face was a little pale and he had bags and I suspected he didn't get any sleep. I could tell he had a fever because I could feel the heat coming off him, making me sweat. I laid him down on the bed carefully.
I wondered how long he had been sick. I messed up in his bag. I found lots of different over-the-counter medicines. There was medicine that helps with pain, fever, nausea, and coughing. How sick was he? I looked at how often you were supposed to take them. It said every four hours. He had been back for almost eight hours. He hadn't taken them. I started to really worry. I was going to take him to the hospital in the morning.
Dean's POV
I woke up severely nauseous and covered in sweat. My whole entire body ached. I wished then that I took the medicine and told Sam the truth. I ran to the bathroom and threw up the small dinner I had consumed. I could tell I was getting worse. I started to get dizzy and I hung my head low. I felt terrible. Then I heard Sam. I told Sam I was sorry. I was surprised that he didn't raise his voice or seem angry. I started to get really sleepy and Sam helped me into bed.
The next morning, I woke up with a terrible headache. I sat up and I got dizzy again. I held my head and looked at the clock. Twelve?! I was surprised. I didn't mean to sleep in that late. I started to cough. It hurt and I felt my whole body shake.
"You need to go to the hospital," Sam said simply and without preamble.
I started to protest, but then I decided that I should go. Maybe, just maybe, I could get better. But, somehow I doubted it. I needed a doctor's opinion, not just mine. If I didn't get well again, then perhaps I could live just a little longer.
We sat in the waiting room for about an hour. The doctors checked me out. I couldn't have been any more disappointed. The doctors didn't exactly know what was wrong with me. I could tell by their faces they had come to the conclusion that I had. I was going to die.
I decided to leave the hospital. I couldn't stay there and waste away. Also I couldn't let Sam watch me slowly die. That would break his heart. I thought maybe we could get through it together, but the look on his face after the doctors told him.
I got some medicine and drove. I went on just fumes for hours, but I started to get dizzy again. I pulled over and breathed deeply. I hated to admit it but I felt so bad and I was scared to drive. I sat there for about an hour when another car came. Sam?
The car stopped next to mine and I was surprised when a girl jumped out. She was tan with dark brown hair. She was wearing a hot pink cami and jean shorts with sneakers. She offered to help me.
"I understand your hesitation. I'm not a monster or a demon."
She pulled out a gallon jug with a cross and salt in it and poured it on her. Then she got borax and poured that on her and she cut her arm with a silver knife. I gaped.
"You're a hunter?" I asked. I noticed my throat hurt again. Great.
"Yeah. I haven't been one long though. I just wanted to avenge my mother. She was killed by a demon. I hunted it down and killed it. I learned a lot on my little adventure. Now I have nothing to do. I wouldn't mind helping you."
"Okay. I'm Dean." I said.
"Brenda."
For some reason, I decided to trust her. I got in the passenger seat and left with her. She talked about this nice little town about an hour away. She said that I could stay with her or I could buy my own house.
Sam's POV
I woke to find Dean gone. He was gone?! I could only assume the worst. That he left the hospital and died somewhere. But, why would he not come to me? I could have helped. I could have found a way to get him better, despite what the doctors said. I would save Dean, like he had always saved me.
I went looking for him. I didn't really have a lot of resources. I tried looking for a Black Impala. There is a surprising number of '67 Impalas in the state of Nebraska. There were a total of four. I looked into them. Dean's turned out to be abandoned in the middle of nowhere.
I looked around and tried to find any leads. The place was mostly uninhabited and not lot of people have been through this strip of land. I saw the tracks of the Impala and another set of traces. Did Dean get in another car with a stranger? Was he kidnapped? My worry tripled.
I looked in the Impala. I didn't find anything. I couldn't believe this. I got in the Impala and followed the tracks. I followed them for about thirty minutes before I saw a town. It had a total of 4,867 people.
I drove into town and I went to the first diner I could find. I can't recall the name of it. I was going through everything in a daze. I ordered a salad and a soda. I hurried up and ate and went to the police station. I pulled out a picture of Dean. I walked in and went up to the desk. I was surprised to find that the sheriff was a woman.
"Um…Sheriff Hathaway?" I asked, nervous.
"Yes?" She asked in a stern voice. Great.
"I was wondering if you have seen my brother," I asked,
"No sorry. I am very busy. Maybe you could ask around." She said before she started on some paperwork.
I was surprised that she suggested I could just ask around. So that is what I did. No one had seen Dean. I started to get really angry. Why would he just up and leave? Where could he have gone?