Author's Note: Sorry for the delay. I was in Washington DC last week and have been really busy this week. So I just got time to type this up. Who else is mad 'bout the CW postponing last night's episode of Supernatural? I know I was mad.

I've fully taken over the story so I'll be writing the rest of it. Just wanted everybody to know.

Thanks for reviews. Please review and tell me what you think and if you have any suggestions for the story. I would love to hear 'em :]

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At three in the morning, Sam woke up to hear Dean coughing in the bathroom. He didn't think anything of it until Sam heard gagging sounds from behind the closed door. Bolting out of his bed, Sam rushed to the bathroom in time to see Dean throwing up the dinner they ate last night. Kneeling down beside Dean, Sam placed his hand on his brothers back so he knew that he was here. Dean rested his head against the seat of the toilet. "You alright?"

"Yeah," Dean muttered sitting up too fast and the fast movement caused him to vomit again.

"Wow, dude, take it easy," Sam watched his brother throw up and wish he could do something to make him feel better. Dean was worse off then what Sam thought at first. Sam thought Dean just had a cold but apparently not. Now it looked like the cold has progressed to the flu. He was hot, sweating but shivering. He had a fever but Sam wasn't sure how high it was. "You good now?"

"Hold on," Dean muttered closing his eyes and his breathing hitched as he puked again.

Sam grabbed a wash cloth and stuck underneath the faucet to wet it. He handed it to Dean who wiped his face with it. Once he was done, Dean threw it in the tub and flushed the toilet.

"You alright now?" Sam asked as Dean sat back and leaned against the wall with his elbows on his knees and his hands dangling between his legs. He rested his head against the wall with his eyes closed.

"Yeah I'm fine."

Sam rolled his eyes knowing that Dean was not alright but despite that, he would still pretend he was. "C'mon, let's get you back in bed." Sam held out his hand for Dean to take. Opening his eyes, Dean took his brother's hand and leaned against him.

"I feel like crap." Dean muttered as they walked to the bed.

"You look like crap."

"Bitch."

"Jerk," Sam smiled hoping that exchanged meant Dean was starting to feel better.

Dean collapsed onto his bed and Sam went to the kitchenette to get the Tylenol and some water. "You gotta take this to keep your fever down," Sam handed Dean the medicine and water. Dean swallowed the medicine down with water. Sam stuck a thermometer in Dean's mouth before he could react. He glared at Sam but he didn't care because he needed to know how high Dean's fever was.

Sam went to the kitchenette and grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and poured it into a glass. He also grabbed another glass of water and headed back over to Dean. He set the drinks down on the night stand when the thermometer began to beep saying it was done taking Dean's temperature.

Shaking his head, Sam looked at Dean who was already asleep. "Dude, you are like a baby when you're sick. You're fever is 101.5. Get sleep. I'll wake you up when you need to take Tylenol again."

Settling down on his bed, Sam looked at his brother who was sound asleep. He looked peaceful and ten years younger despite the paleness of his face which made his freckles standout. Laying down, Sam rested his casted hand on his stomach and the other hand behind his head before sleep over took him too.

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"Dean, you gotta eat something." Sam argued. Dean had slept through the night; however, Sam had to wake up every hour to make sure that Dean was alright. He would rub a wash cloth over his face to try and get the fever to go down. At ten, Dean had woke up and vomited before he even made it to the bathroom. After that, Dean had collapsed back onto his bed and fell asleep for another three hours.

"You want me to puke my guts out again?" Dean shot back going pale at the thought of eating something.

"You need to eat something or you're just gonna get worse," Sam countered. "You're body will want to vomit but you won't have anything to throw up and it will only hurt your body."

"No." Dean crossed his arms over his chest.

Sam ran his hand through his hair frustrated with Dean. He wanted to deck Dean with his cast right now. "Man you're acting like a five year old right now."

"So?" Dean shrugged and sneezed.

"Bless you."

"Thanks."

"Welcome, now will you please eat a couple crackers?" Sam tried to come to some sort of agreement but he knew it wasn't going to go anywhere.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

"Dean c'mon, please, eat something." Sam was getting tired of trying to get his brother to eat.

"I'm not eating unless you wa—" Dean was cut off by a coughing attack that left him doubled over in pain on the floor.

"Dean?" Sam knelt down beside Dean and turned him over. Dean had his eyes screwed tight and there was blood on his chin. "Dean?"

"Shuddup, you're making my head hurt more," Dean muttered holding his head while his body was shaking from more coughing.

"Dean," Sam moved to his face was in front of Deans. He shook his brother's shoulder and tried to get him to open his eyes. Dean moan silently which meant he was in a lot of pain. The acid in his stomach probably burned something causing him to cough up blood.

"Dean?" Sam was met with a moan and Dean's muscles relaxed as he fell into unconsciousness. "Shit."