Chapter Three

Sam looked up at his brother with an ashamed and scared look on his face.

"I'm so sorry…" Sam gasped as tears began to roll down his bright red cheeks.

Dean immediately felt horrible and regretted yelling at Sam.

"Sammy, its okay, I'm not mad." Dean said trying to calm Sam down.

All the crying set off Sam's gag reflexes but this time Dean grabbed the trashcan in time. Dean felt so bad for Sam as he dry heaved into the trash, and even worse than normal because he caused it.

"Are you done?" Dean questioned after Sam was finished.

"Yeah." Sam whispered completely exhausted.

"Okay lets get you cleaned up and I'll take care of the bed." Dean said as he helped Sam out of his bed.

Dean started the bath water for Sam, as Sammy sat on the toilet seat looking like was about to pass out at any given moment.

"I'm going to go clean up Buddy. Call me if you need anything Sammy." Dean smiled softly as he got back up to his feet and decided that he better leave the door wide open so he could hear Sam from the other room.

Sam nodded his head and began to undress., hoping that the bath would help his cold body, even though he knew it was just because of his fever that was still raging in his body.

After five minutes Dean had changed Sam's sheets and put new once on, but he hadn't heard a peep from his little brother.

"Sammy you okay in there?" Dean asked about to peak his head into the bathroom.

Dean barely heard Sam say yes and that he would be out in a minute. Dean decided to give Sam his privacy even though he felt a strong urge to get in there and help his brother out. He wanted exactly a minute then called for Sam once again, but this time he heard something totally different. Sam was sick again.

" Sam I'm coming in!" Dean demanded right before he rushed into the bathroom.

Dean couldn't believe that Sam had more stuff in his stomach, he'd been sick all day long. There was no way there was anything else in there, but there was.

"Dang Sammy," Dean said as he supported his brother who was about to fall over at any moment.

After twenty more minutes of this, Sam finally got a break and leaned back against his big brothers chest.

"Dean please make it stop! I don't want to do this anymore. Make it stop!" Sam cried, with his now extremely weak voice. Hearing his made Dean's heart completely break.

All Dean wanted to do was to take all this pain and sickness away from him, but he knew he couldn't. Dean knew better than to give Sam medicine right now. Dean was becoming clueless on what to do. The next step was calling John but Dean knew how upset he would be if he interrupted the hunt. Dean looked down to see that Sam had fallen asleep in his arms.

"Good catch a break while you can little brother." Dean whispered as he moved Sam's wet hair out of his face.