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Summary: Letters written by Sam during his time at Stanford. Plz R/R I need feedback

A/N: this is completely made up from a dream that I had, only I'm not in this. Thank you to my wonderful beta Flaming Telepaths I heart you!

Key:

thoughts

Telepathy:

'Dean to Sam' 'Sam to Dean'

'Caleb to Dean' 'Caleb to Sam'

'Dean to Caleb' 'Sam to Caleb'

Chapter 4

Last time:

…"Yeah it was an evil wall. You had to take it out," Sam continued as he went to the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. As he walked back out into the room everything went fuzzy. Dean and Caleb looked up just in time to see Sam hit the floor.

"Sammy!"

Now:

"Sammy!" Dean screamed shaking Sam to rouse him, "Sammy wake up!" Caleb was forcing himself to remain calm. He just couldn't believe this was happening. The three musketeers together again, just for one to collapse for no reason and give the other two both heart attacks. Caleb shook himself from the thought as Dean picked Sam up and carefully laid him on the bed, not once asking for help from Caleb. A thought hit him and he began to search frantically for his phone, quickly dialing once it was located.

"Ames." Mac answered expecting John to call him and Jim for a ritual for the hunt he was currently on.

"Dad!" Caleb responded and Dean looked up hopefully, like he expected a miracle to happen mow that Mac was on the phone.

'Caleb?" Now Mac was confused. He had thought that his son was with Dean having fun after their hunt.

"Dad, he collapsed! We don't know what's wrong with him." Caleb ranted when the smelling salts he put under Sam's nose didn't work. "He's not waking up!"

Sammy? Come on man wake up! Dean continued to stare down at Sam, stroking his hair from his face. Dean watched as Sam tensed in pain and after a few seconds unclench. Dean was instantly reminded of the time Sam was poisoned by Duran and his dear Elvira wannabe, tears flooded his eyes at the thought that Sam might die and there is nothing that he can do about it. I'll fix this baby brother. I promise. Caleb watched as the tears ran freely down Dean's face.

"Caleb? Who collapsed…? Is Dean okay?"

Automatically Mac tried to think of the quickest and easiest way to get to them, while packing his bag and motioning for Jim to do the same.

"Deuce is fine. Just worried."

"Then who?"

"Sammy. He went to the bathroom to get…" On his end Mac paused to evaluate what he had just learned and had to sit down. Jim stopped as well and waited for Mac to tell him what was going on.

"I thought you boys were in Dallas! What is Samuel doing there?" He stood up and grabbed his bag and keys. Mac and Jim walked out of the house and got into their respective vehicles.

"He called me yesterday asking about Deuce. Dad he was really scared and he showed up this morning and collapsed!" Caleb was pacing as Dean sat beside Sam holding onto his hand muttering softly trying to wake Sam up. Caleb had to will himself not to cry at the sight of the once energetic powerhouse that was Sam lying there so still and vulnerable. And seeing Dean come apart like that, made Caleb regret ever being angry with Sam to begin with. It was obvious now that Sam never meant to hurt Dean by leaving, after all he came all this way to make sure Dean was safe from something and as soon as Sammy was better he would apologize.

"Caleb?" He realized that his dad had said something while he was staring at the brothers…his brothers and what Mac said was probably important.

"Dad just get here as quick as you can." And with that Caleb hung up. Dean looked up when Caleb shut his phone. He hadn't even known Caleb called anyone.

"Mac and Jim are on their way." He said before Dean could open his mouth. Dean nodded and Caleb squeezed his shoulder.

"We'll fix this Deuce. Nothing is taking Sammy away again. I promise you that."

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It took Mac a little over five hours to get from Jim's farm to the boys location. He got out of his car just as Jim pulled up behind him. Nodding they walked up to room 401 where Caleb threw open the door and ushered them in. Mac and Jim gasped at the sight of Sam lying there. His skin was now rosy with fever and every couple of seconds his muscles would clench like he was in pain. Judging by the ice surrounding him, it was obvious that both men were doing everything they could to keep his fever down. Mac quickly moved to the bed to check Sam's vitals as Jim turned to Caleb.

"Tell me what Samuel was doing right before he collapsed." Caleb ran a hand over his face and shrugged.

"I punched the wall because I got mad, Sam walked into the bathroom, got the first aid kit and came out." Jim nodded and walked to the bathroom. He crouched down to look around the area where Sam had landed. Lying near the door was a small dart with what Jim believed to be Sam's blood on the end. He picked it up carefully and sniffed.

"Smells like some kind of drug." He glanced at Mac who nodded.

"We should get Sam to the farm and contact Joshua to analyze that dart." Mac said standing up. Caleb and Dean nodded as they began to pack their stuff occasionally sending quick glances at Sam. Mac gently lifted Sam off the bed and began to carry him to the impala making sure not to cause him any further harm. The Guardian stood up and gazed around the room, silently promising that he would personally see to it that the one responsible for harming his boy would be taken care of. Personally.

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Dad,

Hey. How are you doing? Look Dad I just….

-Sam

This is the letter that never got sent.

show Jared Padalecki hosted on MTV…. It's a joke people…laugh!

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