I don't own Supernatural, that's the WB. So please don't sue me because I already have enough student loans to worry about. Otherwise, enjoy. Thanks for the reviews.
-note: I wasn't sure if I'd even put this up, it started out as a one shot….but clearly it isn't. Don't know when I'll have time to update after the slew of chapters, but I will as soon as I can.
The rest of the day was spent between John and Dean spending time at Sam's bedside. Sam slept through most of it. Despite being sure of helping Bobby or not, John cleaned and organized all his weapons.
Dean was at his brother's bedside with a book open. He usually didn't read, but there wasn't much else to do.
"Dean." It wasn't much louder than a whisper.
He looked up and saw that Sam was awake. "You okay?"
He nodded. "You should go on the hunt with dad."
"Can't leave you here alone, stupid."
Sam sat up against the pillows a little. "I feel all right."
"Sure." Dean sarcastically smiled. "Except your face is the same color of white as the pillow case."
Sam shrugged. His eyes caught on the book in Dean's lap. "Were you reading?" He smirked.
"Only because sitting with you was gonna kill me with boredom."
"Didn't even know you could read."
"Shut up, Jerkface." Dean moved a glass of water over to his brother. "You should drink something."
Sam took a few slow drinks of water with the pills Dean handed him and handed the glass back. He felt a little better, but had a suspicion that it was only from the fact that he had spent all day sleeping.
John stood in the doorway. "Dean."
Dean stood and followed his dad into the hall.
"Bobby's going to need me tonight. The job's only an hour away. How's he doing?"
Dean shrugged. "He seems a little better."
John ran his fingers through his hair. "God, I just hate to leave him like this."
"Dad?" Sam called from the room.
John leaned around the doorframe. "Are you all right, Sammy?"
Sam sat on the edge of the bed, his hands gripped the blankets to keep from falling. "Take me and Dean with you."
"Sam, you're sick."
Sam shook his head. "I'm okay. I'll just sleep in the car. If Bobby needs your help, then he could use Dean's too."
John didn't like it, but he had few other options. "We'll head out in a couple hours. If you can keep some toast down, then we'll see from there."
Sam nodded and swallowed. John left to make the toast and Dean sat next to Sam on the bed.
"How much of that was a lie?" Dean asked.
"None." Sam sounded almost believable.
"Uh, huh." Dean didn't buy it for a second. "And I'm the Easter bunny."
Sam looked over at Dean. "You just admitted to being pink and fluffy."
Dean was about to retaliate when John returned with a piece of toast on a napkin. He handed it to Sam. The boy looked at it as though it were a challenge he must face. He took a few slow bites and waited for something to happen. It took him fifteen minutes to eat it, his brother and dad watching but pretending not to.
John rested his hand on Sam's forehead and still felt the fever. "Get some more rest."
Sam nodded and slid back down under the covers.
"Dean, help me get the guns ready."
Dean glanced over at Sam, already half asleep, and followed his dad out the door.
Sam slept for the next few hours, unaware of the few times his dad or brother came in to check on him.
John knelt at Sam's bedside and reluctantly shook the boy awake. "Sammy."
Sam opened his eyes. "Are we leaving?"
John held his hand to Sam's forehead. "How do you feel?"
"I'm fine."
He was still feverish and pale. His head hurt and his stomach was unsettled. He took a breath and pushed himself up.
John pulled out the thermometer. "Let's see how warm you are."
Sam waited with it under his tongue. He willed his temperature down in his head. He didn't want Bobby doing the job alone, he didn't want his dad to be worried about leaving him.
John removed the thermometer and read the number.
"How high?" Sam asked.
He took a breath. "101.8. I don't know, Sam."
"I'll sleep in the car, it's just like sleeping here. I feel okay, really."
John looked over at Dean. "What do you think?"
Dean saw Sam meet his eyes. Sam nodded slightly. "If he says he feels okay, then I guess he is."
"Make sure he dresses warm." John sighed and left the room. He hated to bring Sam along when he was sick, but he hated to leave him alone more. At least with Sam in the car, John would be close if he needed anything.
Dean pulled out a pair of socks and a hooded sweatshirt. Sam pulled them on as Dean found the kid's shoes.
"You sure you're all right?" Dean asked as Sam stepped into his shoes.
"Yeah."
Dean took Sam's arm and helped him down to the living room. Sam sat on the couch and leaned into the pillows.
John came in with Sam's jacket. "Here, put this on." He helped his son pull it over the sweatshirt.
Sam, Dean and John went out to the car. John had placed a bucket on the floor of the back seat in case Sam needed it. Sam curled up in the back like he had the night before. John threw a blanket over him and pulled away from the house. Sam was asleep three blocks after they left.
Bobby met them at a small road that ended at some woods. John glanced back at Sam before he got out of the car.
Bobby looked over at the car. "How's Sam?"
"He says he feels better." John looked over at Dean.
"Well, I can't say I'm not thankful for the help. Having Dean here will make this go easier too."
Dean forced himself to push his concern for his brother to the back of his mind. On a hunt, the only thing in his mind should be the hunt. Anything else can result in injury.
Sam woke to the dim light just after sunset. The woods around the car were silent. He didn't know how long ago his brother and dad left. He didn't know what woke him until he realized he was going to throw up again. He pushed open the door and staggered out of the car. He ran for the edge of the woods and fell to his hands and knees.
He vomited toast and bitter stomach acid. His head throbbed and his stomach hurt. After a few minutes he shakily pushed himself to his feet and struggled back to the car. His feet caught in the tall grass and he fell again. Everything spun around him as he tried to stand again. He blacked out and fell into the dew soaked grass.
Dean, John and Bobby walked back towards the car. Other than being covered in dirt, bruised and bone tired, they were fine. John didn't doubt his decision to bring Dean along, the kid saved both John and Bobby's butt more than once.
John glanced in the car and saw the empty backseat. "Sammy?"