Chapter Three: The Doctor's

Shocked, surprised, even worried...Bobby couldn't believe it when Sam had been the other person on the end of that call. Besides the fact he was furious with their father Bobby loved those boys as if they were his own. He never did mean to get attached, he was merely helping John but the more he saw those boys they more they rubbed off on him. Dean, even as a four year old, pulling off the bad ass personality, talking only when it was open for a smart ass comment and Sam always questioning everything. 'Bobby, why is the sky blue? Bobby, why is the grass green? Bobby, where's dad?' The boys meant the world to him and if they needed help...he would give it.

The most difficult task for this was talking to John. Bobby could hear Sam's fear in his voice, his worry, the elder hunter figured if Sam was hunting again than something was up with John. Yes Bobby knew about Sam and school, he would get a call from Dean ever once in awhile – never answer his phone but Dean would leave a message. 'Bobby, Sam went off to college...leaving me and dad behind. Stanford, Law School. I'm proud of him...' Every message was like a personal journal entry. Dean confided in Bobby more than his own father; maybe because Bobby never talked back or ordered Dean around unless on a hunt.

Gripping his phone tightly Bobby hung up for the third time. His heart racing. How could he just call John and tell him that his eldest son was sick? How could he just start up a conversation like nothing had happened between them?...He couldn't...period. Pressing dial again he tried John's number...click – he hung up again. With a chuckle the hunter set his phone down. "Can face ghosts and werewolves and things even nightmares can't conjure up...but for the life of me I can't call John Winchester. There's something wrong with that." Glancing down to his phone Bobby picked it up again.

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"Yes, four is fine. Thank you."

Dean could barely make out Sam's voice, he sounded like he was talking on the phone; a pen on paper soon following. Groaning he lifted a hand to his eyes rubbing away the sleep. "Sammy?"

"Dean?" Sam was soon as his brother's side looking him over, for once he wasn't soaked in sweat but his entire body had gone white. "How are you feeling?"

"Like the Snuggle's bear. Who were you talking to?"

"A nurse."

"A nurse?" Dean lifted his head, his eyes widened slightly. "A nurse? You're kidding right?"

"Well...more like a receptionist..."

"For?"

"A doctor's office." Sam frowned slightly, even he didn't like the idea.

Dean's featured crumpled in frustration and he swatted Sam from him. "I'm not that sick and I'm not going."

"Dean..." Sam sighed as he sat down on the bed across from Dean's. "Look I'm not arguing with you anymore. You're going, period." Dean turned to look at Sam his mouth parting for a retort when Sam pointed a finger at him to shush him. "Not...one...word."

Dean couldn't explain it, Sam had been pissed before but this...this was nearly terrifying. It was like if Dean did speak Sam would point his finger and Dean's head would pop. Closing his parted lips Dean gave a shrug with a half smirk before turning back into his pillow. "Okay...no arguing."

The response was more surprising to Sam then that fact that Dean looked actually scared of him. Lowering his hand he scrunched his brows in puzzlement. His brother was actually agreeing with him? His brother? Dean? Dean Winchester? "O-okay...good..." The silence following soon afterwards was more awkward than the time Dean had caught Sam with his hands down his pants when he was fourteen. "G-get some sleep...we're going to the doctor's at four." With no response from Dean Sam grabbed his laptop and continued his research resting back on the bed opposite Dean's. It was the quietest and most cooperative Dean had been since he picked Sam up from Stanford. It was peaceful, it was quiet...and it was creepy as hell.

Looking over to Dean Sam almost wanted to start bugging him, just to hear Dean's voice break the silence again. It worried him that his brother was giving in...if he was giving in to Sam...what else would he give in to?

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"Sam...it's cold out." Dean grumbled as he pulled his leather jacket tight over his body, his shoulder tucked up to his ears in an attempt to warm them, arms crossed over his chest as he dipped his chin into the front of his jacket. Having been drugged to the point Dean was nearly high off of cold medicine he was able to keep his balance long enough to walk from the Impala to the doctor's office. His legs wobbling beneath him but for the most part he was sturdy.

"Yeah, it's a little more cool than it should be." Holding his arms close to his sides Sam himself was suffering from mild shivering. The temperature was -5 maybe -10. It was chilly. "After the doctors I'll take you back to the motel. You can rest in bed until you get better and I'll finish this hunt."

"No way, not by yourself."

"I'm not going to be by myself." Sam paused walking as he found Dean stopping behind him. "What?"

"Who are you going with?"

"Bobby."

"Bobby? Like...known from when we were brats Bobby?"

"Yeah. A problem with that?"

"Well...not a problem just..." Dean started walking with Sam again. "It's weird y'know. I mean the last time we saw Bobby."

"Yeah...dad wasn't exactly on his good side, I know. I'm just as surprised as you that he agreed to help but I didn't know who else to call?"

"How about Caleb or Pastor Jim?"

"Well...Pastor Jim and Caleb are reliable but Dean...lets face it. A hunter getting sick isn't something either of them would jump on. Caleb would tell me to just get you some medicine and let you rest, Pastor Jim the same...Bobby though...Bobby would say that plus get his ass down here with a huge bag of antibiotics and home remedies." Both boys chuckled.

"Yeah I guess, a shame dad doesn't do that."

"Yeah well you learned most of your beliefs from dad and his solution would be to wait it out. He lives more by the 'if it doesn't kill you it makes you strong' quote. Which has effectively rubbed off on you."

Pushing open the door to the doctor's office Sam held it open for Dean letting it fall back into place as he looked to the full packed clinic. Parents with sick kids, infants, teens and elderly. Someone from every age group was parked in one of the cushioned leather seats. Pointing to a pair of seats Sam urged to Dean to save them as he walked up to the desk.

Smiling to the receptionist as she looked up Sam pressed his hands to the counter. "Hi, appointment to see Dr. Heckenson for Yates Armstrong." Watching the receptionist type in the name she smiled as she stood up.

"You may have a seat, it may take awhile the doctor is quite behind."

"Thank you." Walking over to Dean Sam parked himself beside his brother. "She said it might be awhile, the doctor is running behind."

"Exactly how late?"

"Well I've been here since three and three people before me haven't even been called yet." An elderly woman spoke up. "Sorry, didn't mean to eavesdrop." Going back to her knitting the old lady held out the wash cloth sized cotton. "Started this right after I got here."

Looking over to Sam Dean scowled softly. "Sam...I don't think I'm going to make an hour!"

"Dean calm down, just rest back. You brought more medicine like I told you so we're good until ten tonight." Catching Dean turning his head away Sam glared slightly. "You didn't bring them did you?"

"It was a doctor's appointment Sam!"

"Great, just great. Listen if you start feeling hot or heavy or anything tell me." Slouching down in his seat Sam crossed his arms over his chest. The expression on his face was clearly an unamused one as he refused to look at Dean.

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"Karlyn Johnson...Amelia Wretchen..." Finally the doctor was starting to call names again, it had been another good hour and both boys were getting restless with each other. Sam ignoring Dean and Dean pestering Sam to stop ignoring him. They had a few outbursts that got them a few looks and Dean even pinched Sam; it was the last interaction they had for a good ten minutes.

Looking to the old lady who had spoken to them before Dean watched her stand and put her knitting needles away, her sweet face turning into a smile a she handed Dean the black wash cloths she had made. The two had talked a little during their waiting period and in that time the old lady had taken a liking to Dean. On the edge of the black cloth was a 'D' in elegant writing with white thread. Behind it was a second cloth with an S on it. "You take care of yourself now boys." Each nodded in thanks and took their own cloth. Thumbing the 'D' on his own Dean smiled over to Sam. "Not long now."

"Yeah, how you holding up Dean?"

"My skulls getting hot...they're starting to wear off."

"Kay..." Shifting in his seat Sam leaned to the right so he could dig into his left pocket. Pulling out a cluster of quarters he looked to Dean. "...I'm going to go get you some water. Stay here." Standing up Sam walked out the the clinic and to the vending machine outside. Picking up the bottle of water as it tumbled to the dispensing bucket. Sam pulled it free and headed back inside.

"Sir! Sir are you alright!?" Lifting his head Sam searched the room for Dean's head to get a glimpse of those lazy spikes he always had and when he found them he nearly collapsed himself.

"Dean!!" Rushing to his brother's side Sam toppled to his knees and pressed his hands to Dean's face. His brother was toppled over on the ground, body shivering and curled tightling into a ball. "Dean..." Looking over to the nurse who was on the other side Sam grabbed her shoulder's. "What happened!?"

"Not...not long after you left he started to hack and cough, it was getting really bad and the lady beside him told him where the water fountain was. He stood up and then just collapsed! His air passage was blocked so I stuffed those cloths you both had behind his neck."

"Water..." Dean grunted as he lifted a hand to take the bottle from Sam. The younger Winchester unscrewed the top and lifted Dean up before setting it to his lips. Tilting Dean's head back Sam tiled the bottle with him and slipped some past his brother's lips. It scared him...seeing Dean so weak, he wasn't even resisting against Sam's help. "...thanks Sammy..." Dean rasped as he let his eyes close. His shivering body falling into Sam's chest as he kept his knees bent and close to him.

Looking over to the nurse Sam set the water down. "Is there some place I can lay him?" With a nod the nurse slipped one of Dean's arms over her neck before Sam micmicked the sam mose. She helped Sam lift Dean before the two dragged him into an empty room. Lying him down on one of the many beds Sam looked to the nurse. "How soon can we see the doctor?"

"Right now." An older man walked in, his white hair was neatly combed with a part near his left temple, his face had it's share of wrinkles, and there were a pair of half moon specks on his nose. He walked in and stood beside Dean feeling his neck and chin. "Swollen..." Testing Dean's breathing he shook his head. "You're brother is suffering from a heavy flu." Taking out his pad of paper the doctor quick jot down on it before giving it to Sam. "Get him this to take three times a day with no other medication, get him to bed and make sure he gets his fluids. You can let him rest in here while you get the items." Turning around the doctor walked out the door. "I'll leave Lauren here to watch him." Getting a nod from the nurse the doctor was gone again.

Sam was a little surprised his brother's illness had taken so little time to figure out but was glad it wasn't anything too serious. Handing Lauren the water Sam promised Dean he would return quickly and almost ran out of the doctor's office.

Okay so I hope that clears up any confusion with Bobby. The writer's didn't develop into Caleb and Pastor Jim's personalities enough so I was reluctant to use them as the got to people where as Bobby...well...everyone loves Bobby! This chapter is a little more short to the others. I only get so much free time and it takes a lot out of me to do school and work and then add a decent chapter. If they come a little slow I'm sorry, I'm getting into the last couple months of my school year and there's very little time to do about...I think it's seven courses? Anyways, the chapters I'm trying to keep lengthy and entertaining but if they seem jumpy its because I was working on them when I was tired. More sick Dean to come! Papa Winchester is on his way too!! Review if I should continue.