Time Falls Away

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A/N: Okay I have had this written for a while and I guess I was a little unsure about it. I made some minor changes and here you gosies. Hope you like! Review and tell me what you think about it.

Intoxicate Me

Sam's POV

I watch the gorgeous woman gaze longingly at my brother. It is kinda gross, makes me feel like I am imposing on something. She has been doing that since we got him in the dark motel room, I can see her fear for him. She is trying to cover it with some sort of bitter edge. Maybe she is, bitter, but I think she is just covering.

She has feelings for my brother; a blind man could see that. She seems to be scrutinizing his every trait; she must not have seen him in a while. Doesn't surprise me much though, Dean does that a lot. Love them and leave them. I thought Cassie was the only girl he ever got 'involved with'. She's proof of how very wrong I was.

Her leather clad hand is reaching for a cloth to dab his forehead. She tells me she is an unregistered nurse, just an old friend of his. She doesn't look like a nurse to me, and she definitely is more than an old friend. She tells me her name is Max, though I am not sure if I should believe her on that either.

Max told me that Alec was a nickname; I thought it was pretty clever. Not many girls are like that with my brother, but she doesn't seem to be like most of my brother's girls. She is even ballsier than Cassie, very sassy. I like her. She could keep Dean in his place. Max seems tough enough to keep up with my brother's big headedness. Like she would make Dean the dazed onlooker… and usually that's his job.

It's been about five hours since she patched Dean up. She wasn't all that gentle, but she did do a good job. She cut up his shirt despite the fact that I told her it was his favorite. He will be riding her about that later. Then again it wouldn't surprise me if he were a softy for her. Dean seemed like a poor sucker around her earlier tonight. She will probably pout and make his mind change in an instant. Dean's spineless for pretty girls, and she is just that.

He has been seizing on and off over the past few hours. I haven't seen him like this, since the Demon. I thought to bring him to the hospital but Dean is wanted everywhere. Aside from that he would kick my ass if I brought him to another hospital. When he begins to waver she holds him as still as his unyielding body will allow. She is definitely into him as more than a 'friend', otherwise she would just leave and this would all be too much for her.

She is gently touching the cloth to his forehead. I am thinking about going through dad's book and finding someone to call for help... I'm debating whether I should leave Dean in her care or not. But Dean seems to trust this Max girl, so she must be okay. It's not like a tiny girl like her is taking my unconscious brother anyplace.

"I'll be right back I am just going to call a friend, they might be able to help" she rips her eyes from my brother's unconscious form and nods, only to return her gaze at my brother's moist face.

Max's POV

I watch down over the pretty man. I didn't know there was such a thing, until I met him. His dark blonde hair is styled different. I don't remember the stubble adorning his face. He's matured nicely, though I have gotten the impression that he is still the smart Alec I dubbed him. Not that it's such a bad thing. That's just one of the things that makes Alec, Alec. He's just as drool worthy as ever, maybe even more. Not that I will ever tell the egotistical fiend that. He is too full of himself as it is, I don't need to add to it. Then again this could be my pain strikingly throbbing hormones rolling for me.

I grab the cloth out of the bowl Sam brought me and wring it out. Slowly I dab his forehead beading with sweat. We already patched up his side; Sam thinks he's poisoned. I am not so sure, we usually don't get sick. Still he doesn't know much about it. Which kind of leaves me here as a sitting duck. God I hate this, feeling like a chump.

I can feel Sam burning holes through me. Alec clearly hasn't said anything about me. Kind of pisses me off. I'll have to kick his dumbass later.

I want to reach out to his face and touch his lips. I really need to pull my head out of the gutter, I sound worse than the hormonal beast in front of me. That is when he isn't out cold, making me sick to the stomach. Watching him suffer like this makes my heart throb. He is supposed to be kicking and fighting and pissing me off.

Sam hasn't told me about what they do, I know already know though. I have been following them since they got in my city. They were talking about Vampires, Spirits and a bunch of other stupid things. At first I thought that Alec was just hanging with the wrong crowd or that was going nuts like Ben did, after watching them fight with those things I am not so sure. I mean I am a genetically revved up super bitch, anything is possible.

"I'll be right back I am just going to call a friend, they might be able to help" Sam's voice pulls me out of my daze. I nod and look back at Alec.

"I'll watch him" he smiles weakly and heads to the door. Right before he reaches for the door handle I stop him. "Hey Sam?" I say.

"Yeah" he seems like an alright guy. Definitely nothing like Alec, he's much too nice to be related to the bigheaded dirt bag who has once again managed to screw things over.

"You should get something to eat, maybe get some sleep you look tired" He really does. I have shark DNA and I am getting sleepy, the poor guy must be exhausted.

"Yeah I was gonna get some coffee, you want me to bring you back some?"

"Sure" Definitely nothing like Alec. He leaves and closes the door behind him. I glance over to the alarm clock dimly glowing red; it reads 4:53AM.

I reach for his hand and hold it in mine. He is burning up and flinching to the pain that is clearly taking a toll. Hopefully this friend of theirs will know what is wrong, I can't lose him now. Not after… I blink away the tears brimming over and wipe away what I let slip. It won't happen again. Crying over Alec, that's just silly. His grip on my fingers is starting to hurt a little.

And I know in that moment that another wave is coming on.

I slide on the bed beside him and rest his wavering head on my lap. There's not much I can do, and the Tryptophan doesn't seem to be helping much. I stroke his drenched hair. Funny it has taken me so long to realize what these screwed up feelings are. I find the idiot and he is so sick that I can't even begin to tell him. So now I know, and what? I sit here watching him suffer? My thoughts are torn away by his whimpering. I don't know how much of this I can take.

"Ma…ax" he mutters. This is the first thing he has said all morning.

"Alec, it's gonna be okay, just try… try and relax… I'm right here" I say in what I hope is a soothing tone. I'm not sure he can even hear me, if he is really conscious enough. I squeeze his hand in my own slightly. I really hate this. My grip remains fixed on his shaky form for what seems like forever. His tremors are slowing down. This one was over sooner than the rest, I'm not sure if that should be a good or bad thing.

I hear the door creak open, no doubt Sam is back. He looks at me skeptically, not that I blame the guy. I mean a girl he doesn't even know is tending to his sick brother, lying beside him in his bed. I almost think he is too credulous.

"More shakes?" I slide away from the sleeping form, tucking the blankets around him better.

"Yeah, this one wasn't as long…" he hands me the coffee. "I don't know how you take it."

"This is good" I say before swallowing a large mouthful of the scorching liquid. He almost chuckles when I nearly spit it out. I smile. "Hot" a grin of mine sneaks by. I'm not sure how it's possible at a time like this.

"Did you go to military school with Dean then?" he questions. I hesitate a bit uncertain as to how I could tiptoe around the query, military school? Is that codename? Does he actually know? Is it some sort of lie Alec's cover up with?

"Yeah, but we were in different troops" I answer quickly. He nods and resumes his attention to Alec. I watch him mull over something, he seems to be a little dazed. I hope he doesn't faint or something. That is the last thing I need.

"Well that friend I called thinks we should come and see them…" he pauses. "Are you…?" I see where is he is going with this.

"Coming? Yeah, I mean it's not that big of a deal. Besides I don't have anything better to do…" I stop at his grinning, hoping earnestly that he can't see through my jabbering.

"What?" I snap a little harsher than I intended. I can't help it. He is kinda pissing me off with all his deliberation, he won't share. He clearly thinks too much.

"Nothing" he smirks demurely, ugh what a dumbass, maybe they are related. I mean he is starting to piss me off, and that grin. It's like a rip off of the original. I shake my head in irritation.

"Then let's get a move on" I impede, trying to ignore his previous guise.

This is just getting weird, and with my luck it's not even the worst of it.