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Blood Moon

Chapter twenty

"Okay…I'm not going to argue with you Dean, you're too pigheaded. But if you get worse you're going and I don't want to hear any lip from you…Deal?"

"I'm fine, I don't need a hospital."

"Deal….or I'm taking you right now."

"Damn it Sam…"

"Deal?"

"Okay, deal." Dean said reluctantly.

Sam relaxed a little; as soon as Dean's temperature went up even a little he was taking him to the hospital. He knew he'd be sealing his own fate but at least his brother would live.

Later

Sam and Bobby took turns sitting by Dean's side throughout the rest of the day and into the night. Sam had stayed with him through most of the day but when he fell asleep exhausted in his chair Bobby took over. At three thirty in the morning Sam put his hand on Dean's forehead and could tell his temperature had risen. He didn't hesitate; he knew what he had to do.

"Bobby wake up!" Sam said shaking Bobby awake. "Dean's burning up; we got to get him to the hospital. You got to help me get him to the car."

Bobby knew it was hopeless to argue with Sam, he knew Sam was taking Dean to the hospital with or without his help. He got off his cot and together they picked up Dean and took him to the car then put him in the backseat and covered him with a blanket. As weak as he was Dean still tried to fight them, he knew if the hospital gave him antibiotics they would destroy any hope they had of helping Sam. His brother would have to live with the virus the rest of his life, if he even had a life. He was terrified that Sam would still try to end his life rather then live with the curse. But he had no choice he was too weak to fight them and before he knew it Sam was flying toward the hospital.

Sam kept his foot floored all the way to the hospital and ignored Dean's pleas, begging him to turn back. Once he reached the emergency room entrance he pulled up next to it and ran into the hospital. He found two orderlies who ran back to the car and helped him put Dean onto the litter then rushed him into the hospital. Sam watched as they wheeled Dean into one of the small cubicles and pulled the curtain shut. He quickly filled out fake medical information on the forms they handed him then followed his brother into the room. A doctor was already examining Dean.

"Are you related?" The doctor asked looking up.

"He's my brother….How is he?"

"How long has he been like this?"

"A day or two."

"You should have brought him in immediately. A high fever like this can damage his heart." The doctor scolded Sam.

"He didn't want to go to the hospital." Sam said telling the truth. Tears glistened in his eyes as he looked at Dean who weakly tried to push the doctor's hands away. "You can help him can't you?"

"We need to get his fever down then pump him full of antibiotics." The doctor said as he withdrew a tube of blood from Dean's arm and handed it to a nurse.

Dean weakly grabbed the doctor's arm.

"No….no antibiotics…" Dean knew antibiotics could destroy the immunity his body was already starting to build, and with that destroyed there would be no hope for Sam.

The doctor looked at Sam.

"Why doesn't your brother want antibiotics?...Is he allergic to them?"

"No….he's just a stubborn son of a bitch." Sam gave a little smile when he saw Dean look up at him. "It's going to be alright Dean…just let the doctor help you."

"Sam no….don't do it…please Sam…"

"He must be delusional." Sam said when he saw the doctor look at him wondering why Dean was so against getting help.

"You're sure he's not allergic to penicillin? We usually wait till we get the blood work back but the sooner we start your brother on antibiotics the better."

"Yeah I'm sure. Just get him started on it….just help him."

The doctor first packed Dean's body in cold towels to try and bring his fever down then had to restrain him physically when he tried to fight the insertion of an IV tube. The doctor ended up tying his arms down then inserting the tube and began the antibiotic IV drip. Dean tried his best to fight him but he was too weak.

Sam said a quick prayer that it would work. He knew since he was bitten directly by the werewolf antibiotics wouldn't work for him, but he prayed they would for his brother.

"Now all we can do is wait." The doctor said wiping his hands on a towel. "I'll have him moved up to a room and you can sit with him if you'd like."

"Yeah, I need to be with him."

Sam followed behind Dean as they wheeled him to a room. He knew now that Dean was on antibiotics any hope that Dean's blood could save him was gone, but at least his brother now had a chance to live.

TBC