Thank you all SO MUCH for all the reviews! You made me so happy today!!! And I'm so glad that you all liked the chapter even though it was Sam pov only…I know a few of you said that you wanted the Dean pov, but you'll have to wait a bit longer for that. We'll get there, but this chapter is another Sam only pov (but it'll be the last for a while at least).

Another short chapter, but some things had to be explained and Sam needed some more time to recover before we could move along...

Chapter 5: Found

When Sam awoke again, the room was dark. The beeping was still there, and Sam immediately turned to his left to see if Dean was also. Given the darkness of the room, he had expected Dean to be asleep in the chair near the bed, but he wasn't. Instead he was wide-awake and staring at Sam. Upon making eye contact, Dean smiled, "Hey."

Sam smiled back, "Hey…" He cleared his throat, "What time is it?"

His brother struggled to read his watch in the dark before answering, "Two in the morning."

Sam started. He hadn't expected that. Dean's eyes widened and flicked to the heart monitor, "You need to stay calm Sam." He looked back at Sam, "I know there's…a lot. But," Dean looked around and then moved in to whisper at his brother, "the Feeder fed off you…drained your energy. Your blood pressure's…" Dean gave an emotionless laugh, "well, let's just say that according to the docs…you should be singing a ballad with Jerry Garcia right now."

Sam looked at his brother confused and Dean attempted to explain, "I don't know how it works man, we never really looked into the medical effects of the supernatural. All I know is that Feeders feed off the emotion and drain the person until…" Dean cleared his throat, not finishing the sentence. He continued, "The doctors said that your blood pressure is the same as if you lost three quarters of your blood. They couldn't explain it 'cause you didn't have any holes in you…I don't know. All I know dude, is that you have to keep your heart rate down…" Dean sat back and played with his lips, "Just try to stay calm, Sammy."

Try to stay calm. Sam laughed silently. That was the most ridiculous thing he had heard…and that was coming from a man that spent the previous night facing off with an invisible leech posing as a demon, posing as his brother.

In an attempt to avoid disturbing thoughts, Sam questioned his brother, "How are you still here? When are visiting hours?"

Dean cringed and cleared his throat. Sam could tell that he wasn't going to like what Dean was about to say. Clearly Dean was thinking the same thing because he answered Sam while keeping his eyes on the heart monitor. "Yeah…um. So here's the thing, and keep in mind your heart rate?" The beeps picked up their pace- suspense was never a good way to keep a person calm.

Dean took a breath, "The construction workers identified you as David Marks, FBI agent." Sam's heart rate remained stable and Dean pressed on, "When I got here, the police were here. They checked out the FBI thing and knew it was phony. I had to do a lot of damage control. I had to get the feds to drop the impersonation charges…" Dean's eyes traveled back to Sam's face, "I told them you were cognitively impaired and schizophrenic, that I was your legal guardian, and that due to your disorder, you really believed that you were an FBI agent."

Sam's heart rate dramatically picked up. Dean had to be kidding. Maybe he was hallucinating again. Dean's eyes flicked back to the monitor and he stood up, placing a hand on his brother, "Sam, calm down."

Sam looked at Dean incredulously, calm down? Was he kidding? "Dude, you told them I was retarded and insane and you want me to calm down?" Sam's vision began to darken, the ability to think became harder.

Dean leaned down over Sam's face, "You NEED to calm down, man. Don't think about it. We'll discuss how pissed you are at me later. Take deep breaths."

Dean's comments drained Sam's anger. A memory floated into his mind- himself sitting next to Dean's dead body wondering if he had ever told his brother how much he appreciated him. Sam didn't like the lie Dean had created and under other circumstances, he would have believed that Dean had created this situation just to piss him off. But Sam's condition was too serious for that. He knew that Dean had manifested the lie to avoid attention and trouble- not to create fodder to mock him with.

Dean's eyes were back on the heart monitor as the beeps slowed down. Satisfied that Sam was calming, Dean resumed his seat. Sam looked over at his brother, "So they're letting you stay? Is there anything else I should know?"

"They're letting me stay. It's the same rules that apply to parents and hospitalized children. Your name by the way is Sam Connelly."

Sam nodded, he knew that insurance card; it was one of the few with his true first name on it. "Aren't they going to check out the guardianship?"

Dean shook his head, "I handed them forged papers and doctor's reports."

Sam stared confused, "Where'd the hell you get those?"

"Dad had them. He had a bunch of different ones…all blank, just the names needed to be filled in. Took me an hour to find the car by the way."

The beeps sped up, "The police don't have it?"

Eyes back on the monitor, Dean shook his head. "You did a good job of hiding it in the woods. The police think you snuck out of our motel room after I was asleep and walked to the site."

Sam laughed, "Well then guardian, I'd have to say, you sure didn't do a very good job of watching me."

Dean flinched and even in the darkness of the room became visibly pale. Sam was startled by the reaction. He had made a joke, kidding around about the fact that he was incapacitated and Dean was his guardian. He had expected Dean to take the opportunity and run with it. People believing Sam to be impaired and insane was prime real estate for Dean to have fun at Sam's expense. But Dean wasn't laughing, wasn't smiling, wasn't even looking at him. "Dean?"

The unhappy expression had returned to his brother's face and Dean turned to him, "Listen, I'm going to go, I'll be back by the morning."

"Where are you going?"

Dean shrugged on his jacket, "I have to take care of something."

Sam's memories and thoughts jumbled again as he tried to determine what Dean 'had to take care of'. Memories of the girls being bait to lure his brother into the demon's hand warred with memories of the girls needing Dean to destroy a poltergeist. Sam knew that the demon possession had been a hallucination, but couldn't forget what the hallucination had told him. He was used to having visions- foreshadowings of the future. It was hard for him to just ignore his memories and accept them as the fear-based illusions that they were. "Dean stay here."

Dean paused at the door, "Go back to sleep dude, I'll be back by the time you wake up."

Dean turned to leave and Sam called out again, "Dean wait a second. Tell me where you're going, man."

Dean turned back again, annoyed, "I told you Sam I have something to take care of."

The motions repeated themselves again with Dean turning to leave and Sam calling out, "That's not an answer." Dean left the room. Sam reflected…there were moments when Dean was remarkably like their father. The beeping sped up as Sam grew angry at his brother's evasiveness. Dean was up to something and obviously he thought that Sam wouldn't approve. Sam's brain may not have been working at a fully functional level, but he was considerably more lucid than he had been before. If Dean was going to do something that Sam wouldn't approve of, he had to be stopped.

Determined, Sam called out to his brother again, "Dean!" And pushed himself up. Immediately the room spun, his vision darkened, his pulse beat in his ears, and he fell back against the bed. He fell back at an angle that landed his head and shoulder off the bed. Desperately, he hung on to consciousness knowing that if he passed out now, he would never be able to stop his brother.

Remaining conscious took all of his strength and energy, leaving him unable to get his head back onto the bed. The pulse grew louder in his ears as the blood drained into his head. His vision consisted of green and red spots and his throat felt as though it were swelling. He could feel the pulse in his neck and Sam accepted that he wouldn't be winning the battle to stay conscious.

Just as he gave up, Sam felt hands under his head and shoulder lifting him up and onto the bed. The red and green spots remained covering his vision, but the beating pulse in his head and neck seemed to dissipate. He could hear muffled voices, one so deep that it could only mean that his brother was back in the room. It wasn't the way he had planned on stopping his brother's departure, but nevertheless it worked. The voices ceased and gradually the vision began to clear.

Dean's face came into view, staring him down. Anger eked out of Dean's pores, directed at Sam, and Sam's pulse once again sped up in fear. Dean seemed to have noticed the reaction and was able to correctly identify its cause. Sam watched mesmerized as Dean carefully removed all evidence of emotion from his face and body.

Sam relaxed, at the same time wondering how it was possible for Dean to do that. Satisfied with Sam's slowing pulse, Dean shrugged off the jacket and sat back in his chair. No emotion showed through his mask.

Sam turned to him, "Where were you going?"

Dean didn't look at him, "I'm staying now, go back to sleep."

He was incredibly tired, but he wasn't going to be distracted, "Tell me where you were going."

Dean's body tensed as some of his anger made its way to the surface. Within seconds, it was pushed back down again. He spoke without emotion, "I was going to destroy the Feeder."

Sam's pulse quickened driven by anger, "What?!"

Eyes back on the monitor, an emotionless Dean gave him a directive, "Sam calm yourself."

Sam ignored him and spoke through clenched teeth, "Where the hell do you get off trying to go after the Feeder?" His chest tightened. Dean said nothing, but continued to stare at the monitor.

Sam spoke again, pointing with his shaking finger, "It's my hunt Dean. Mine. You don't get to finish it. It's mine."

Concern cracked briefly through Dean's façade as he tried to settle his brother, "Okay. Fine Sam, its yours. I won't do anything." Dean's eyes left the monitor and met his brother. "Just calm down."

Sam was taken aback by the worry that the eyes held. A few seconds ago, Dean had been emotionless, now his eyes were filled with feeling. Answering his brother's plea, Sam relaxed. He was still upset, but he was able to put the feelings off until he could properly deal with them. However, one last anxiety weighed on his mind. He turned to his brother, "Dean?"

Dean sat back in the chair and looked at Sam, "Yeah?"

"Can I trust you?"

Dean looked confused by the question. "Dude, what the hell are you talking about?"

Sam tried to explain, "I know you were just saying that to appease me. I need to trust you Dean." He looked his brother in the eyes, "If I wake up and find out that you went after the Feeder…nothing you can say or do will calm me down."

Dean stared at him for a moment and then cautiously nodded, "It's your hunt Sam. I'll do what you want me to do."

"I want you to promise me you'll let me finish the Feeder."

The stare continued and Dean made no move to promise anything. Fatigue was taking over and Sam knew sleep would be inevitable soon. He tried again, "It's my first solo hunt Dean. Come on…don't make me fail it, man."

That comment visibly hit home and Dean looked down. Sam repeated his request, "Promise me."

Dean nodded, but kept his head down.

"Say it."

Dean looked up at his brother, sincerity in his eyes, "I promise."

Satisfied, Sam relaxed and fell asleep.

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