Chapter 5

"Please, let it finally be over, Bobby. He looks so bad."

"Calm down, Sam. It just takes some time. The demon blood is still in his system. The only thing we can do is to take care of his wounds. He will be fine. "

A hand pressed to his forehead.

"He still has fever, Bobby."

"I know, Son. But he is been in situations far more worse than that. He'll bounce back."

A hand was stroking tenderly on his forehead. Dean felt the coldness of his younger brother's skin. It could only mean that he was on fire.

"I-it's like his body is trying to fight the demonblood, like a virus," Sam said with a sad tone.

Dean felt bad for him. He wanted to say something so that Sam knew he was okay. But his body was hot and he was feeling very tired. His stomach felt heavy and like he swallowed a rock or something.

"S'mmy ..." said Dean softly. His body trembled again. He did this for two hours in gusts. He was soaked with sweat and was breathing heavily and laboriously. He gently tossed and turned himself on the thin mattress.

"Maybe we should try another saltwater injection to speed up the proses," Sam said after a long moment of silent.

Hell no!

Finally his eyes shot open in horror. He saw a big star above his head. White light flickered on and off. In one repeating pattern. Slowly he began to recognize the space. The panic room.

Sam suddenly bent over his face and sighed with relief.

"Dean ... you with us, man? Everything all right?"

Two big glassy green orbs were staring at Sam's face.

"Dean? Come on. Say something. You were quiet for like two hours, straight."

Dean blinked again. He was gonna say something. He wanted to do that the whole time. But now… he couldn't remember what it was, exactly. So he decided to say everything he went through when Sam wasn't there.

"I am fine. Now I am. But back there, in the air… I-I was on fire, man. A plane certainly crashed and I'm dead ... Azazel was concerned when I shot him. And who would want to kiss a corps with garlic taste in her mouth like that? She bit me! That horny sonofabitch…" he blurred out feverish.

Sam frowned at Dean's strange choice of words. He knew full well that his big brother wasn't okay.

What am I saying? ... Sam? ... Sammy? Please, let me stop embarrassing myself in front of everyone." His big unfocused eyes peered through the panic room. A soothing hand pressed him back onto the matrass.

Meanwhile Dean fiercely stared at him for a long time. Breathing shallow and fast. Eyes as big as tennis balls. And the feverish sweat beaded on his forehead like he just came out of the shower.

"It's okay, Dean. You are not dead. Take a deep breathe, man."

'S'mmy? W-what am I saying?... W-what's going on?... Where am I?" Dean moaned suddenly very emotional. Sam and Bobby looked at each other in disbelief. Was this Dean? His cheeks were flushed and red by the high fever. And then, he started to sob.

Unbelievable! Dean was like a six year old. He was so confused and scared. This was definitely not their Dean.

"Sam, watch him. He can't come down from that bed with that wound," Bobby said suspiciously.

He sat at the desk with the first aid kit still on his lap. He had done nothing but monitoring the Winchesters al night. And it got crazier and crazier. Dean... crying? impossible!

Dean sobbed again and looked around. Confused and terrified. His eyes were red with tears. Thick black edges colored around his eyes and his skin was now pale again. His freckles were standing more forward and it made him almost cute. But Sam had no time to laugh at his brother's condition. He grabbed Dean's hands when he hit them around to God, who knows what. Sam forcibly let his face and shoulders relax. To his surprise Dean responded to his calm face and calmed down a little.

"Dean," Sam began softly. He looked at his brother with a tender slime on his lips. Bobby straightened his back and leaned back his chair while looking at the brothers. It was almost tenderly. That was a rare sight of the Winchester boy's. So Bobby watched it in aw. Because, he was probably the only person who had seen this tender-like side of the strong brotherbond. He could remember the time when they were just kids and he was taking care of them while the brothers were having a hard time dealing with smallpockes and John had dropped him off because he also couldn't deal with it. So he watched them talking to each other. With a warm feeling in his gut.

"You're infected with demon blood. And you're on a trip for like an half a day, by now. But don't worry, brother. Bobby and I were here the whole time. Nobody can hurt you. You are safe here. So stay here and rest up."

"M'kay..."

AN: TBC. Only one Chapter left! Stay tunned and review for gods sake! ;)