So this is the aftermath of chapter 3.

Adam is sick, Dean is worried, Sam is not around, John as always is never around.

You see, when having the ability to breath, he can cry.

That's not the case when his lungs decide to choke him and prevent him from living.

But, then his brain interrupts, cause hey, the battery on his phone just died.

There is no air, and, now, there is no Dean.

Long ago in the conversation he stopped comprehending what Dean was saying, but he was there, and speaking and reassuring he's coming, he's on his way.

Now though, there's bucket load of anxiety and pain and panic, panic, panic, panic.

It would be understatement to say he was afraid, it would be an even bigger understatement to say he is crying.

He is full on sobbing, while his body is trying to strangle him, every single cry comes out as a gasp mixed with cough and pain and stabbing knifes in chest, and he can't he can't, his heart racing and he can't even seem to remember what is going on when the lack of oxygen is so significant.

He even forgets dean, cause all his can process is wrong. Something is wrong, ah no, everything, everything is wrong and failing.

His body is shutting down on him, and maybe not everything is wrong, because he is getting dizzy, then sleepy, and sleep is good? Yeah sleep is probably good, everything is better, this fuzziness is welcoming, is better... Than... Not being able to-

Breath.

•••••••

Dean is losing it.

Fucking losing it, curses fly out his mouth almost as fast as the speed limit he's breaking.

He doesn't even park, just stops the car and runs.

He is frantically searching with his eyes for Adam, and there he is, slouched on the floor, leaning against the bed.

"Dean" it's more just lips movement rather than actually vocals.

Blue. Blue lips.

Dean his by side in a heartbeat.

Adam's face is tear stricken, small heaves, shallow, voiceless coming out of him.

Glazed eyes, unfocused. It's bad.

There is no time for all of this.

"Hey. Hey hey hey, I'm here, I'm here ok? It's gonna be ok." He holds his face. He is mumbling, that's just how he reacts when he's panicking.

"Jesus Adam. You're burning."

Adam's eyes reflect mainly pain but then it seems as if he's slowly realizing who's the person talking to him and tears of relief gather up.

Then Dean feels the weakest hand holding his arm, trying with all his force just to grab him, feel his brother.

Dean close his eyes for a second, God how did it get so bad? He use his thumb to wipe away some tears from Adam's cheek.

And he knows, he knows they don't have time for this shit, and it's really not Dean- like, but all of his brotherly instincts guide him to place a kiss on Adams forehead.

"Ok, ok come on, hospital." Yeah there is no way he can hold himself, he needs to lift him.

He lifts him up, trying so hard to ignore just how bad and painful, and wrong, and weak, Adam's breath sounds holding him closer.

He runs with Adam in arms to the car thanking God for not shutting the engine off, he places him in the passenger seat.

There's "please, please, can't, can't, please, please" coming incoherently out of Adam,

Breaking Dean's heart.

״you're killing me here." He sighs.

Trying to concentrate both on driving and on making sure Adam is not dying.

There is no time to think about what the fuck happened that had led him to this.

Then he's making strangling voices, choking. There is no air moving.

"Hey. Hey! Come on look at me," one hand on the wheel, one hand on Adam's face, and god damn if he manages to crash this car.

"Look at me." It's a John-Winchester-orders voice.

It's very much possible that he's imagining but he thinks he can tell the slightest hint of concentration from Adam.

"Two minutes, just, hold on. Two minutes."

By the time they reach the hospital Dean must have lost at least 10 years worth of living from all the stress.

He storms to the ER, apparently Adam's current state is enough alarming to make the nurses rush to him with a gurney.

Then there is beepers and paging, and Dean feels lost and overwhelmed when one minute he's got Adam in arms and the next his brother is being wheeled away from him.

"What's his name? What happened?"

"Adam. His names Adam. He uh, he got sick, I don't know fuck, I don't know."

They place oxygen mask on him, It doesn't really help much, but it's something.

He's whimpering and searching for Dean.

"I know, I know, hey they're helping you, ok? It'll be ok, you'll be ok."

They're about to enter the trauma room, "I'm sorry but you can't enter,"

He is too caught up with just about everything, and before having the opportunity to say something back he gets the door slammed in his face.

•••••••••

The verdict is pretty much predictable.

Pneumonia. Antibiotics, breathing treatments and staying a few nights for observation and he should be just fine.

Now that all the drama is pretty much over, and his kid is sleeping, tucked in bed, Dean realizes just how fucked he is.

Dad would be pissed.

Oh and there's Sam with "I told you so."

And Guilt, a lot of guilt and its almost as if it's the shtriga attack all over again and why it's always breathing-lungs-related when it comes to his brothers?

But then, just like earlier and just like always, Adam leans into Dean's touch and... In the end, that's what only matters.