AN: SO SORRY, stupid me decided to get a second job and lets just say that wasn't such a great idea, so in another week I will be down to one job and hopefully this won't happen again. And of course had some boy problems haha, good times stupid boys. But I hope you enjoy, and I hope I don't dissapoint with this chapter.

Let me know how you liked it, if you have time of course :) and take care everyone, enjoy the long weekend :)

Disclaimer: see chapter one.

ENJOY

It had been a quiet night, the silence in the house was comforting to Sam while Dean and John were away and not watching his every move. Everything seemed to be okay, until that hand came into the young Winchester's view, erupting his world into a state of chaos as he struggled to find strength, while looking into the yellow eyes of the devil himself.

Standing up straight Sam bit back the moan of pain that threatened to escape, his eyes trained on the man standing before him. He could feel the icy cold grip of the demon crawl across his skin before he was thrown across the room against a wall ,where he had to force himself to stand, pain echoing through him, but he refused to show his weakness in front of the demon.

"What do you want? How did you get in here?" He spit out through the pain.

"Oh please Sam, you really think a few charms and pendants are going to stop me? Come on, you should know better, they don't stop you from getting in here now do they?" he smiled at the look of horror and confusion. "Oh calm down Sammy I'm just checking up on you" the man said as he walked forward his yellow eyes piercing into Sam's soul the closer he got.

"Isn't that what good parents do?"

"What are you talking about?" Sam cried out as he felt his muscles tighten up as he was pushed harder into the wall.

"Sam, you know I have plans for you, you're a smart boy you can figure it out" The demon smiled as he brought a hand up to Sam's pale shaking face. Enjoying the pain he brought to the young man as he watched Sam try to struggle away from his touch that seemed to be scorching his skin.

"You know I christened you with your mother's blood, your just as much my son as your daddy's son"

The shrill ring of the phone cascaded through the house as Sam stared the devil down, his body weak and frail but his soul strong, as he found what little strength remained hidden deep within.

"I bet that's daddy and Dean phoning, worried about their little Sammy." The devil smiled his eyes feigning sympathy, "But they shouldn't be, see Sam, I want you alive, you're no good to me dead"

Sam was breathing hard as he felt a twinge, deep in his body, "What are you talking about?"

The man laughed as the young Winchester's face continued to contort in pain.

"You'll find out Sammy, you'll find out. But until then, you, have got to keep breathing"

Sam screamed as the fire seared behind his eyes, his world becoming dark to escape the pain that seemed to hit every nerve in his body, his thoughts going to his brother and father as he fell to the floor.

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0

The dark trucks engine was roaring down the road, John pushing the gas as hard as he could, as his son dialed frantically, trying to reach the youngest member of the family.

"Dammit, dad, drive faster" Dean cried out in frustration, it didn't matter how quick the black truck was moving down the road, it wasn't quick enough, he needed to get to his brother, and he needed to get there now.

"Come on Sam, answer the damn phone!"

Dean's emotions were bubbling over, quickly going out of control; he felt like hitting something, hell he felt like killing something.

"Dean calm down" John said as he sensed his boy emotions getting the best of him.

" You're kidding me right? Are you not worried?" Dean exclaimed, "Sam is on his own, bottoming out, in pain, and now, now he has some demon shit terrorizing him… and you're telling me to calm down?"

"Yes I am, and that's a goddamn order Dean, you can't do anything for Sam if you're erratic, you'll just get yourself killed." John yelled back, before taking a pause, calming his own emotions down. "You don't think I'm scared as hell? That's my boy, my baby boy in trouble and there's not a thing I can do about it right now. But you can't lose control and you know that! Staying calm is the only advantage we have walking into that house."

The older brother knew that his father was right, knew that he had to calm down, but when it came to his family, when it came to Sam, calming down was much harder than just doing it. So he sat, twisting the ring on his finger, a nervous habit he had picked up. Twisting the ring stopped him from biting his nails, yet another habit that Sam broke him out of.

"Sam is fine" John tried to reassure, not sure if he was reassuring Dean, or himself, "Sam will be fine."

It felt like an eternity before the black truck squealed onto the quiet street, various lights flicking on as the truck drove by.

Dean resisted every urge to jump out and start running, even though he felt he could go faster than the vehicle, he sat tight waiting until the truck was in front of their small house before he jumped out, running to the house, oblivious to the world around him, his mind focused on Sam, not hearing his fathers cries to stop.

"Fuck being calm" he muttered as he burst through the door his gun drawn.

"Sam!?"

The older brother moved quickly through the house, his emotions clouding his better judgment, but his hunting skills still sharp as he moved quietly, listening for any sign of danger.

A soft groan resonated from the kitchen, his father now in the house and standing beside him motioned for Dean to follow him. No words were needed between father and son, after years of hunting they understood what was being said with the simplest body movement, so Dean fell in line as John stepped forward and entered the kitchen first. Both looking around for any sign of a threat and of Sam.

Seeing no sign of either, Dean could feel the frustration building, "Sam?!" he called out receiving a glare from his father. But he didn't care, he always fell in line in a hunt, but when it came to Sam, his good little soldier habits disappeared. "Sam?"

Another small groan came from the opposite side of the kitchen, Dean looked down at the kitchen table, seeing the faintest shadow of a figure. His breath caught in his throat as he moved quickly pushing chairs out of the way, clearing a path to his brother's still form.

"Sam? Sam?" Dean said as he looked his brother over, not wanting to move the fallen Winchester, not sure just how injured he was.

"Come on Sammy, wake up." He urged checking for a pulse, glad to feel the strong beat beneath his fingers.

Feeling his father crouch beside him, his breath caught up in his throat as he watched Sam's eyes begin to flutter open. "That's it Sammy, time to wake up for your big brother"

Sam on the other hand didn't understand what was going on, all he knew was he felt no pain in the darkness. The black hole that sucked him away from the life he wanted nothing to do with, the life filled with constant pain, the nausea, and vomiting that followed him everywhere he went. Everywhere but in the darkness, here he was free from it all.

It wrapped him up in an odd, comforting way, but it didn't matter how little pain he felt or how much discomfort was taken away, he was alone, so utterly alone. Waiting for his brother to come and get him.

The younger brother felt as if he was waiting for years, the thought of being alone starting to strangle him as he fought to stay calm.

His eyes roaming over the darkness once more as he looked for a way out, his eyes seeing nothing but black until he came across the smallest hint of light that flickered on the back of his hand.

"Sam" he heard faintly as the light flickered more, getting bigger.

"Come on Sammy."

Sam squinted his eyes as the light continued to increase, taking over the darkness that once held him, being chased away by the voice in the distance, "Wake up"

His breath caught in his lungs as he finally recognized the voice, "Dean" he whispered as he felt his body begin to fall as the darkness lifted, the pain coming back as his body began to throb, being deprived of pain medication for so long. His mind racing back to what had happened before the darkness, and who had caused it.

His eyes snapping open, he could feel his body shaking in pain as his eyes met with Dean's.

"D-Dean."

"Hey Sammy."

"Dean, codeine… please."

The older brother could see Sam shaking, could see the pain laced through his face, but as he moved to get the pain medication his father's hand came out and stopped him.

"Hold on Dean" he said as he made his way into Sam's vision, "Sam before the pain medication I need to know if you are hurt, if you feel any pain besides your joints?"

Sam struggled to think back to his encounter with the demon, replaying the events, "No, no, not hurt" he gritted through clenched teeth.

That was good enough for Dean as he rushed over and got the codeine and a glass of water.

Slowly feeding his brother the pills and water, his mind screaming for answers, "Lets get you back to bed Sam" he said quietly nodding towards his father who helped pick the young man up off the floor. His joints stiff from the pain, making him look more like a 90-year-old man with bad arthritis rather than an athletic 23 year old.

Groaning with every step he took, Dean and John fought to keep him standing, to keep his legs from buckling.

"He was here Dean."

The older Winchester's ears perked, "Hold on Sam, you can tell us all about it once we get you into bed" John spoke up, his eyes showing his need for answers as well.

Sam relaxed under his families hold as they lowered him back into his bed where he tried to coax his stiff joints to relax as well.

"That's it Sam, just relax" Dean encouraged as he helped to loosen Sam's joints, laying his knees flat and rubbing the young Winchester's fingers, to get them to stop looking like claws. Taking a spot beside Sam on his bed as their father pulled a chair up.

"Sam what happened?" John asked softly as he took Sam's other hand, mimicking Dean's actions, his voice holding an edge of fear, and anger.

Both older men could feel Sam shaking, both holding a silent prayer that the pain medication would start working soon.

"He was here" Sam began, "The demon was in the kitchen when I got up for some codeine."

John exchanged a glance with his oldest boy, "How'd he get in? Dean you checked all of the charms, pendants and salt before we left didn't you?"

"Yeah, double checked, unless I missed something… shit Sammy."

"No no, he said those were useless, I don't know, he seemed so much stronger, more dangerous. He told me he was checking up on me, that I couldn't die" Sam squeaked, his eyes glazing over as the tears started to build, his emotions becoming too much to handle.

Both Dean and John continued to hold Sam's hands, wanting to offer more comfort, but neither one knowing the first place to start. "What else Sam?" John urged

"That's it, then I woke up with your ugly mug standing in front of me" Sam said nodding over to Dean with the smallest smile on his face.

John laughed, pride swelling up inside as he watched his young son laugh as well, even after everything Sam had had thrown at him he still managed to smile and laugh. "I have no doubt that was more than enough trauma to wake up to, come on Dean lets go into the other room so your brother can get some rest." He said as he got up, catching the look of fear and the firm grip Sam had on his brother's hand, jealous that his son had a relationship with Sam like that, remembering when it was him that Sam used to beg to stay.

"You know dad, I think I'm going to stay here for a little bit, kinda tired myself" Dean said, knowing what Sam wanted, that he was afraid to fall asleep on his own, and Dean didn't blame him. He didn't want to leave Sam on his own either, he had done that once and look what had happened.

John just nodded, not needing to question why, he could see the vulnerability hidden in the youth's eyes, so he walked out of the room.

He couldn't help the continuing jealousy at the relationship his boys had, something he had always wanted to develop with them, but the hunting always got in the way. It got in the way of many things, many things that John had to let go of. Let his boys take over for the responsibilities normal fathers had, while he kept them safe from the creatures that lurked in the dark. Things he wished he could have back, even if for just one day.

TWO HOURS LATER

John had checked and re-checked every pendant, charm and salt line he had scattered around the house. He couldn't figure out how the demon had gotten in, unless what Sam said was true, and if it were than he and his boys had some trouble on their hands.

The soft sound of a door shutting brought John back to reality as he heard the padding of feet coming down the hall, his eldest walked into the family room where John sat on the couch.

Sleep cresses covering the young man's face and arms.

"Fall asleep?" John asked, a smile on his gruff face.

"Yeah well, you know" Dean groaned as he sat down beside his father, "Figure out how the bastard got in?"

John rubbed a hand down his tired face, "No, everything is set, nothing is disturbed, it wouldn't surprise me if it got in, the thing grows stronger all the time, which just means more problems for us…. for humanity."

Dean just nodded; he didn't want to deal with the Demon, hell he didn't want to deal with anything while Sam was sick.

"You know what Sam is going to say to you."

John let out a heavy sigh, he didn't want to leave his sons, but he had promised. "Yeah, I know."

"He's not the only one who wants you to go."

"Dean?"

"Dad, you know you have to, you have to kill that bitch, not only for mom, but also so he never comes near Sammy, or hurts anymore families."

John nodded, his inner struggle continued, he didn't want to leave his sons.

Dean could see the battle within John, "You know it's for the best, as much as we don't want you to leave, we know you should."

"Fuck the hunt Dean, it can wait till my boys are better."

The older brother couldn't believe his ears, "Since when Dad? One of the first things you taught us, the hunt never waits, you should know that better than anyone!" Dean hissed as he stood up, his frustration evident, it was the first time the older brother had ever really argued over a decision John had made.

John wasn't sure how to react either, wasn't sure how to respond, "You two are my family, my boys, all I have left. How can you expect me to leave you two when you need me?"

"It hasn't stopped you before" Dean bit out; he watched the look of hurt and surprise flash through his father's face.

"Dad, you have to go, do what you do best, you'll feel bad about leaving but it's for a good cause. You need to start hunting again, you crave the hunt dad, and you don't need us around to cloud your judgment, we'll be fine."

John just nodded, contemplating his son's words, as Dean walked out of the room.

Tears began to well in the older brothers eyes as realization began to set in, he had just told his father to leave, done the one thing he thought he would never do. But he knew it was what Sam wanted. Even though he didn't want their father to leave, or to have that discussion with him, he knew he would rather have the argument than let Sam work himself up over a fight with their father, and he knew that even though Sam was sick, it didn't take his temper and defiance away and the argument would escalate quick between Sam and John.

"All for you Sammy" Dean whispered as he crawled back into his own bed, taking one last look at his pale brother who slept quietly in the next bed, "All for you" he whispered as he closed his eyes, letting sleep over come him.

AN: Well there it is, I hope you liked it, let me know what you think of the story so far, moving too quick, too slow? Need more Sammy time, more Dean time, more brother time? haha If you have time, and if not thanks for reading :) Take Care