AN: Hey everyone... hope you like this one. I know... not a whole lot of action, but I'm hoping it's enough to keep you coming back for more... let me know!!

Sam stood face to face with three of his brothers and wondered what he did wrong. In fact, at the moment he couldn't even think of anything that he'd done to get this type of reaction. He was planning on going home early but a couple of his friends had decided to tag along and take him to a beach in San Diego instead, it wasn't much, but he had to admit he felt better; or at least did.

"Uh… with a couple of friends in San Diego, is something wrong?" he asked, truly not understanding what the problem was.

Stephen was trying to stay calm but even his patience was nearing its end and he could only imagine what the other guys were itching to do to the kid. Looking at Sam though, he knew that they all needed to tread lightly mainly because this was something that they hadn't had to deal with before. Sure Sammy had taken off before, but it was usually only during extreme stress and from what they had heard from the Colonel, today would surely qualify. Now though, they needed to find out exactly what he was doing and if he was actually alright.

"Sam, have you had a chance to talk with the inspector yet?" a voice echoed through the hallway. When the musketeers turned, they saw a smartly dressed woman with a big smile. "Hello, I'm Joanna Holiday; you must be Sam's brothers."

Knowing what was about to happen, Sam cringed at the thought of being yelled at in front of someone he did business with, and automatically started looking at the floor willing them to hurry up and get it over with. When nothing happened though, he took a chance and looked up to see Stephen speaking with the realtor while Joseph and Taylor watched him. Finally Stephen nudged both of the other men and motioned for them to follow while smiling at Sam.

"Hey, we'll be outside when you're done here, ok?" Stephen said, wanting his little brother to know they weren't mad and would wait to finish the conversation.

Watching them leave, Sam had to once again wonder just what was going on. He was too used to people getting angry over the smallest of things, but that didn't seem to be the case now. Shaking his head, he tried to focus on what Ms. Holiday was saying while they met up with the inspector, but he noticed the headache that was starting to form behind his eyes and he prayed it would wait until at least he got to the Suburban.

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Jenna couldn't believe what she had been told; in fact at first she thought it was a joke. How anyone could believe that her Sam was so cruel to dump her after finding out she had cancer was just idiotic, and she went so far as to tell Missy Sumner that very thing. It always amazed her how people could quickly spread a rumor as fact, but never once take a minute to find out the truth behind it. Sighing, she reached over and picked up her school directory and positioned herself more comfortably; it looked like she had a lot of calls to make.

Terrance knew his daughter would do whatever she could to make sure everyone knew that whatever had happened between her and Sam wasn't his fault. What she hadn't learned yet was the damage was already done, they had already formed their opinion and it wouldn't be easy to get them to change it. Knowing it was going to be a long night, he walked into the kitchen to make some dinner in hopes of getting some of it down his little girl; he couldn't lose her to this disease, he just couldn't. Taking a deep breath he knew that the doctors wanted to operate soon, but Jenna insisted on getting all the information first before she started to think about everything. If it wasn't for the fact that she was his baby girl, he would have been proud of such an intelligent response. As is was though, he wanted to pick her up kicking and screaming all the way back to the hospital until they said it was all a mistake. The sound of Jenna screaming broke into his train of thought, sending him into the living room where he found her crying as she clutched her phone in her hand.

"They don't believe me Daddy, they think I'm making it up so Sam won't have to quit." Jenna cried out, wishing more than ever she had kept her mouth shut.

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The Musketeers watched as their little brother signed a stack of pages and wondered if the kid really bothered to read all of them or just hoped that someone didn't pull a fast one on him. It had taken half an hour for Sammy to talk to the inspector, the realtor, and sign the pages; by that time they knew the kid was in trouble.

Rushing to Sammy's side, Joseph saw the strain in the kid's face and had to wonder what exactly it was that put it there. Trying not to show that he was worried, he instead tried to crack a joke, but it seemed to go right over little bro's head which made them all worry even more. Not bothering to ask, Stephen helped Sammy get inside before rushing around and starting the Suburban up. Ten minutes later they were pulling up in front of the apartment and it looked like they got there just in time as Sammy pushed the door open and immediately lost his lunch on the pavement.

Taylor knew the kid had looked pale and drawn when he'd finished up his business with the house, but they all though it was just nerves about them having a discussion; now though they suspected something else entirely. Helping Sammy inside, they all hovered around him on the couch hoping that somehow the kid would be able to convey what he needed. Instead he lay there in complete agony while his eyes moved rapidly behind his eyelids. Something was going on, they just didn't know what.

Stephen and Joseph slipped off to the kitchen to fix a light dinner in hopes that whatever was going on with their little brother, food would help. As the walked back into the living room, they saw Taylor trying to wake Sammy and that worried them more than anything.

"What's wrong?" Joseph asked, rushing to the side of the couch. Nothing seemed to be working, whatever was going on was keeping Sammy trapped, and they had no idea what to do to pull him out.

Suddenly, without warning, Sam bolted straight up screaming his big brother's name before once again losing the contents of his stomach, this time all over the couch. Looking around, he wasn't able to distinguish his dream from the apartment and that scared him more than anything. At the moment though he was too tired to care.

"Damnit Sammy, what the hell?" Joseph exclaimed, watching with increased worry about what was happening to their littlest brother. For all intents and purposes, it looked just like one giant nightmare gone haywire, but something in Sammy's expression made Joseph worry that something else was going on. "Sammy, hey… Sammy, come on we need to talk to you. What's wrong?"

Crying softly, Sam opened his eyes to see Stephen, Taylor and Joseph, but no Dean and that terrified him. "Where's Dean?" he asked softly, silently praying that he was wrong, that it was just a nightmare and that he was being paranoid. Seeing the worried looks, he asked again, "Has Dean made it to where he was going; is he alright?"

Not knowing how to answer that question, they could only assume that everything was alright considering they hadn't heard anything to the contrary. "Sammy, Dean's fine, we're more concerned about you. What happened, are you ok?" Taylor asked, still truly freaked out about what happened.

Smirking, Sam tried hard to make light of the subject, but sensed it didn't work when he casually said, "As long as he's not in the middle of a rain forest with a woman who's more high maintenance than me, then I'll be fine."

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Dean was in hell. That was the only explanation for what was happening. Somehow he was supposed to stay out of Congresswoman Tolliver's way while at the same time anticipating her every need; it was not a good day. Now though he was being chastened by the very same woman for booking them on a flight from South America to Washington D.C. with only two stops, her only concern was sharing space with everyone else. His complaint was the plane looked older than him and the congresswoman put together, if that was possible.

The object that they were insisting was going to fly looked to be an old DC-10 that had obviously seen better days, unfortunately those days weren't anywhere close to today and that had him worried. He might jump out of perfectly good aircraft when it warranted, but that didn't mean he wasn't still jumpy about boarding anything that looked like it was overdue for the scrap yard.

It had taken them several hours before they were allowed to board, and in that amount of time Dean was having second thoughts about this whole assignment anyway. There had been no threats on her life, but she still insisted on being escorted home as if she was some prized national treasure that needed guarded no matter the cost.

'I can get off and find a better plane to go home in. Sure and then what would I do after the Colonel got hold of me.' He thought fiercely, trying hard not to think of the consequences should he decide to follow through. Before Dean could think anymore about it, they were airborne with Dean humming Enter Sandman as they climbed higher. Thankfully the congresswoman ignored him which gave him time to think even more about the rusted out sardine can they were inside of. Forty five minutes though the sound of warning sirens from the cockpit could be heard and it didn't take Dean long to understand that aircraft warnings and the Andes mountains didn't mix.

Reaching over, he forcibly put Ms. Tolliver into the crash position all the while telling her to 'sit down and shut up.' As the cockpit sounds got louder, Dean started to sift through all his tangled thoughts, coming to two conclusions; one: he let Sammy down, and two: they were going to die.