Chapter Two
Sam was in a peaceful dream, his stomach was at peace and it wasn't bothering him at the least, and he was in some meadow reading his favorite book with his mother, brother, and dad enjoying the picnic that was right next to him. When Sam suddenly felt himself being awaken into the reality that he was dreading, he knew when he woke up his mom would be gone and he would feel terrible, and no matter how hard he tried to fight waking up Sam couldn't. Since someone would not stop shaking his shoulder, Sam finally allowed himself to be brought back for him alternate reality.
He woke up to see blue green eyes meeting bright green, Dean. "Humfff…"Sam groaned as he tried to roll away from his big brother. "Go away Dean!" Sam snapped still not realizing where he and what was going on.
"No Sam, you've got to get up. Come on buddy lets get you home." Dean said softly as he gently shook his baby brother once again.
Suddenly it dawned on Sam where he was and what was going on, so he slowly lifted his head off the bed and looked at this brother.
"Dean, I don't feel good." Sam whimpered, acknowledging how bad he felt once again.
"I know Sammy, come one we need to get you to your own bed." Dean said as he picked up Sam off the bed. To Dean's shock and surprise, Sam's head immediately went to Dean's shoulder.
Dean then realized how bad his brother must have been feeling, because any other time Dean tried to lift Sam up just to help him get down or something Sam would yell how he could do it himself and for Dean to leave him alone, he was not little anymore.
Dean finished talking to the nurse, who explained everything to Dean and told him what she thought was wrong, but if Sam didn't get better to take him to the doctors. He thanked her, grabbed Sam's backpack, then walked out with his brother still in his arms, and sure wasn't easy carrying around a 64 pound nine year old and a tall one at that, for a long period of time. Maybe the first time in along time Dean was actually thankful for the upper body training that John had forced him to do on a regular basis, when he was around.
The secretary gave Dean a generous smile that was filled the remorse as she opened the entrance/exit door for him, so he could get out into the hallway without problems. Dean gave her a quick smiled back, as he felt Sam reposition his head from one position to the other, trying to snuggle up against Dean's boney shoulder.
Dean was now even more worried about his brother as he slowly walked, well the best he could, to their apartment, which was about three blocks away from the school elementary school building. He could feel the heat radiating off Sam's forehead on the side of his neck. After a while, Dean began to be loosing his grip on Sam, so he just had to readjust both their positions once every couple of minutes, because the last thing Dean wanted to do was to drop him.
They were almost halfway to the apartment, when Sam's moving around became way to promenade and even though Dean knew it was just because Sam was just trying to find a comfortable position and couldn't, he felt sympathetic towards his little brother. But that didn't help with the fact that every time Sam moved Dean would have to redistribute the weight on both of them, which was making his arms, legs, and back become exhausted and quickly.
"Sammy… come on buddy wake up." Dean coxed for the second time in the past ten to fifteen minutes.
But thankfully this time Sam woke up with ease and almost immediately shot his head up from Dean's aching shoulder.
"What?" Sam questioned still extremely groggy and not fully coherent yet.
"Can you walk?" Dean asked, not wanting to add in the fact that his muscles, joints, and bones on his arms and legs were getting to tired to carry the nine-year-old anymore.
"Sure," Sam responded, as he allowed his feet to fall on to the sidewalk, then began to walk next or directly behind his older brother, trying his best to ignore how dizzy actually felt at that moment.
Dean watch Sam like a hawk though, making sure that everyone of his moves were as stable as possible, and just in cause he could be there to catch him if he did loose his balance.
Dean could see the front of the apartment complex from where they were, when he noticed out of the corner of his eyes that Sam had suddenly stopped. His brother's complexion had gone, in seconds, from being a pale color to having a significant green hue that seemed to engulf his small frame.
"Sammy what's wrong?" Dean questioned aloud, even though he knew it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out, but no matter what Dean had to make sure.
But to Dean's remark, Sam didn't say anything, all he did was grab his stomach. Dean immediately knew what as about to happen, so he rushed over to his side, helping Sam move over to the grass, not wanting him to puke on his sidewalk, ignoring the squeamish feeling in his own stomach, and put his hand on Sam's back.
Sam tried his best to stop the nausea that was shooting up the back of his throat as best as he could, not wanting his brother to see him get sick in a remote way, forgetting the fact that Dean had seen him sick quite a few times in his life.
After a couple of seconds Sam looked up at Dean with two sorrow filled blue green eyes and began to say, "Dean I think I'm okay. We can…" and that's when Sam's stomach revolted on him for the numerous times that day. As quickly as he could, Dean jumped out of the way, trying his best to avoid being hit. While all this was happening with his brother, all Sam could do was grip his knees as tightly as he could, and try not to fall over as his stomach showed him who was boss.
Dean watched in sheer disgust but also horror as his brother's body jerked forward, he barely caught Sam as his knees gave way of his already trembling body. When Sam's stomach finally decided to sense, Sam had tears running down his face, and bloodshot eyes. It took Sam a couple of minutes to be able to catch his breath, but after that, he finished his sentence.
"Are you sure?" Dean questioned skeptical.
Sam nodded his head yes, and then let Dean help him up.
The rest of the way home, Dean watched Sam even closer, he could tell that walking was becoming more difficult for him, how was he going to handle the staircase since they lived on the second floor of a three story building.
By the time Sam and Dean got to the staircase, Sam continued to look like something the dog has drug in about one hundred times and Dean was scared that he might pass out at any moment on him. Therefore, Dean, ignoring every screaming muscle in his body, decided to carry Sam up the flights of stairs. The only upside to this arrangement was that Sam was awake and could help Dean out. While going up the stairs, Dean realized how much heat was radiating off his little brother's body, which made him worry and rush even more. Carrying him was easier for Dean this time; since Sam was awake, he could help Dean Balance out their weight.
Dean grabbed the front door key from its hidden place and unlocked the front door. He didn't feel like searching through both their backpacks looking for their copies. As soon as Dean got the door open, Sam shot out of Dean's hold, through the door and immediate ran to the only bathroom this small apartment had.
"How is there anything left in him?" Dean thought as he placed their backpacks on the kitchen table then followed Sam into the bathroom and hoped beyond hope that their father hadn't put the only thermometer they owned in the first aid kit that he took with him on his hunts.
When Dean walked in Sam was hunched over probably one of the most unsanitary toilet seats, gagging up what was left in his stomach. He put his had on his brother's hand on his brother's back and helped keep him steady, as the dizziness engulfed him once again. Sam's stomach didn't take very long to calm down, but he was completely exhausted, he could barely keep his head up. Sam felt himself falling but there was nothing he could do about it.
Dean saw Sam slipping and immediately grabbed him and lowered him to the floor.
"Come on Sammy let's get you to bed." Dean said as he lifted his brother up off the floor, grabbed the thermometer off the side of the counter, and carried Sam to the bedroom.
Dean put Sam down on his bed, and helped him get under the covers, while he got the thermometer ready.
"Okay Sammy lets see how high that fever of yours is," Dean smiled as he placed the back of his hand on his brother's forehead, then placed the thermometer in his mouth. It didn't take the thermometer long at all to beep. Dean took it out of Sam's mouth and read the illuminating letters on the side, which read 102.1.
"Looks like you have a pretty high fever there buddy." Dean said feeling bad for his little brother.
"Come on Sammy I need you to take this medicine for me. It'll help you feel better." Dean said as he gave him the grape flavored medicine.
Sam was reductive but he took his medicine, even though he knew it would probably wouldn't stay down.
"Okay Sammy I'll be right back try and get some sleep." Dean continued, as he got up off his brother's bed then walked out of the room to get Sam a bucket just in cause he got sick again and some other things Dean knew they were going to need.
Sam smiled back sleepily at his brother, ignoring the churning feeling that was strongly trying to overpower him.
Sam had no warning as he felt his stomach go into his throat, and all he could do was sit up before it happened.
"Dean's gonna kill me!" Sam's mind screamed as he began to cry.
Dean walked in a couple of minutes later and aw what had happened.
"SAM!!!"