Author's Note: Here's my chapter. I hope you all like it!
Sorry for the really long wait. It won't happen again (hopefully). This chapter was written by me. I think the rest of the story is going to be written by me too just for a heads up. The co-writing thing isn't working to well…
Please review and tell me what you think :]
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"Dean?" Sam repeated hoping his brother would respond. Dean was burning up and paler then before. This wasn't good. His body was already healing from the bar fight and it didn't need to work overtime to fight off whatever Dean had caught.
When Dean didn't respond, Sam got out of the car and moved to the driver's side. Sam opened the door and knelt down beside Dean. Sam unbuckled Dean and tried to move him over to the passenger side so he could drive to the nearest motel. "You need to stop eating all those bacon cheeseburgers," Sam grumbled at the amount of dead weight he was attempting to move.
"S'mmy?" Dean groaned, he lifted his head and looked around dazed.
"I got ya," Sam responded immediately glad to see that Dean was at least attentive to what was happening. "C'mon, I need you to slide over so I can drive."
Dean glanced over at Sam confused. "Why?"
"Um, maybe because you just drove into the bushes and passed out." Sam suggested raising his eyebrows at Dean.
"Oh," Dean muttered. "No feel good."
"I know. I'll get us to the nearest motel if you slide over so I can drive there. Once we're there, you can rest." Sam said, trying to get Dean to move. Dean nodded and slide across the bench. Sam climbed into the Impala and sat in the indent Dean had left in the seat from the years of driving the car. He glanced at Dean as he turned the key in the ignition and put it in drive. With his head on the window, Dean had his eyes closed. Sam sighed looking both ways before he drove back onto the road.
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After driving for about thirty minutes, Sam found the nearest town with a motel. He had left Dean in the car while he checked in. He told the person working they would be here at least a week, if not longer. Sam had no idea what Dean had come down with. He didn't know if it was something quick or something that would take a long time to flush out of his system.
Now Sam was standing with Dean beside the Impala. Dean was holding a key. "Go inside. I'll be there in a minute." Sam told Dean.
Dean nodded and went to the room. Sam went to the back of the trunk and grabbed the bags they usually had with them in a motel. He grabbed both of their bags with clothes and then the duffel with different types of weapons and various other items in it. Sam quickly shut the trunk and locked it. He followed Dean into the room.
Switching on the light, Sam saw Dean was laying on the bed closest to the bathroom which left the bed closest to the door for himself. Sam dropped the bags and went over to Dean who was curled up into a ball with his eyes closed. He wasn't asleep yet but he was going to be pretty soon. Sam nudged his shoulder. "You should take a shower."
Dean opened one eye and looked up at Sam. "Why?"
"It'll make you feel better for one," Sam pulled the feel better card. It worked sometimes but then other times it didn't. Dean had pulled that one on Sam a lot when he was little and it seemed ironic that he was using the same trick Dean had. "Plus, you need to clean some of your cuts so they don't get infected."
Dean rolled onto his back. Sam knew that Dean thought he was right. Dean slowly sat up and clenched the edge of the bed. He started to cough. Sam went to rub his back but Dean just waved him away. "I'm fine," Dean managed to say in-between coughs.
"Right," Sam rolled his eyes. "Get in the shower. I'll be right back. I'm going to get food and medicine for you." And beer for myself. I have a feeling this is going to be a long week, Sam thought leaving Dean to shower.
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Thirty minutes later, Sam came back to find Dean sacked out in his bed. He looked like he had pulled on sweats and had fallen asleep before he had hit the bed. Sam chuckled at Dean. Dragging the bags into the room, Sam went to the kitchenette. He put the beer in the mini fridge and the other food and orange juice that belonged in there. He put the rest of the food away and set the medicine on the counter.
Sam walked over to Dean and felt his forehead. It was still really hot. Regardless of how hot Dean felt, he was still shivering. Sam gently shook his brothers shoulder. "Dean you need to take something for your fever." Dean didn't wake up and Sam shook his shoulder again. "Dean, c'mon man, wake up."
Moaning, Dean looked up at Sam. "Wha?" He muttered.
"You need to take something to lower your fever," Sam said handing Dean a couple Tylenol along with a glass of water. Dean sat up and swallowed the pills dry. He ignored the water. "Dean you gotta drink water. If you don't you could end up in a hospital." Dean glared at Sam and took the water. He swallowed the whole thing and lay down in the bed. Dean hated hospitals and he would do anything to stay out of one. "Not yet. I gotta rewrap your cuts." Sam pulled the first aid kit out of his duffel.
"S'mmy," Dean grumbled sitting back up.
"It won't take long. It's just the cut above your eyebrow and the one the back of your head." Sam said tapping a bandage over the one above Dean's eyebrow. He quickly did the one in the back. "There, now go back to sleep."
Dean pulled the covers over himself. He pulled them up to his head and was asleep in less than five minutes. Sam sighed looking at Dean. At this rate, Sam had no idea when Dean was going to get better. Sam hit his casted hand against the table and pulled his laptop out muttering, "I hope he gets better soon."