Sam awoke first, to the sound of Dean coughing next to him. His face still seemed pale, but his skin was much cooler as he lifted Dean to an almost sitting position to help him breathe. His breathing eased and Sam propped his chest up with pillows and grabbed the thermometer to check his temperature. He glanced at his watch and noticed it was almost 9:30. He sighed as he placed the thermometer in Dean's mouth. He moaned and tried to turn his head away from it, but Sam followed, holding it in place under Dean's tongue. He heard someone moving behind him ad turned around to see Jo waking up.
"How's he doin'?" She asked sleepily.
"I dunno, he doesn't feel as feverish anymore, but we'll see in a few minutes." Sam answered.
Ellen awoke to Sam and Jo talking, stretched and told Jo to go get some fresh water for the boys. Jo opened her mouth to protest, but closed it quickly and walked out to the bar to get the fresh water with out saying a word. Ellen walked to the bedside and took the thermometer out of Dean's mouth to read it.
"He's doing a little better, its down to 100.1" She sighed. "Sam, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for what happened to my husband to…."
"Don't." Sam interrupted, "Please, I don't want to talk about it now, my brothers still sick, he's all that matters to me right now."
Sam was silently thankful for the fact that Jo walked in right at that point with a glass of fresh water for Dean and 3 glasses of orange juice for the three of them. She also brought a new bowl of cold water and a new washcloth.
"So how's his fever?" She asked, taking a sip of her juice.
"It's better, 100.1. He's not out of the woods yet, but he's getting there." Ellen responded while Sam ran the cold, wet cloth over Dean's forehead. "I'm gonna go see what kind of antibiotics we have."
She left the room, leaving Sam and Jo to care for Dean. Dean's eyes suddenly started to flutter.
"Dean? Can you hear me, man?" Sam said, trying to remain calm but desperate to have his brother back to normal.
"Sssamm?" Dean managed to get out of his dry lips. Sam held the glass of water to Dean's lips and he took a few small sips.
"Yeah, it's me man. You've had us scared all night." Sam said, placing the cup back on the table.
"Us?" Dean's raspy voice was barely loud enough for Sam to make out the word.
"Yeah, us. I, um, I brought you to the Roadhouse." Sam said nervously. His brother hadn't reacted well last night to be here and he obviously didn't remember any of that now. Dean gave him a confused look and moved his head to look around the room, finially realizing that he didnt quite recognize his surroundings. His eyes landed of Jo standing at the side of his bed.
"Hi." She said, forcing a smile over the concerned look on her face.
"Hi." Dean whispered back. He let his head fall back on the pillow, his eyes closing. If Sam didn't know any better, he could have sworn he heard Dean whisper 'bye' as he drifted back to sleep.
Ellen came back in with a bottle of penicillin pills. She left the bottle near the glass of water for the next time Dean woke up. Sam thanked her for the pills and for helping them. She just smiled and nodded before heading to the kitchen to fix them a meal because after the night they all had, they were starving. She hung a note on the door to the Roadhouse saying they were closed for the day because of a family emergency.
Sam stayed by Deans side all day, or at least he tried to. Jo convinced him at one point in the mid afternoon to go take a nap, that she would look after Dean for him. She told him they couldn't have two sick Winchester boys on their hands, one was hard enough. Jo woke Dean up every four hours to take two of the pills her mother had left for him and to check his temperature. It was going down, little by little, which was a very good thing. By the end of the day, he was awake enough to start drinking more water, which they were all happy about because he was starting to become dehydrated.
At one point Dean refused a glass of water, saying he was tired. Jo told him that if he didn't drink the water, she was going to put an IV in his hand because she'd learned how to do it from the experienced hunters that came through there, and she'd seen them done in nursing school. She told him and Sam that she'd explain it later when she got some really confused looks from the two of them. Never the less, it got Dean to drink the glass of water with out any further complaint.
Dean slept most of the evening and night, with Sam on a fold out cot in the same room. Jo and Ellen slept in their own rooms that night, relieved that Dean was going to be ok. They all still had issues to work out but all that could be handled tomorrow.
Please r&r, dont know when the next chapter will be up. Maybe teusday or wednesday, if not then it'll be up on the weekend. Thanks.