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Chapter 8

"Sam!" said Dean again. "Son of a..." He looked around and noticed that all the men were gone.. He took a pick out of his pocket and opened the cell door. He ran over to his brother.

"Sam," he said checking for a pulse. When he found one he let out a breath. He was burning up again! "I'm going to get you out of here Sam," he said as he picked the locks on Sam's feet. Then his hands. Sam fell and Dean caught him and carried him out to a car. He laid him in the back seat, hotwired the car and took off, but this time he drove about 2 hours before he stopped. Sam had still not woke up and Dean was beginning to get worried. He carried his brother inside the motel room and laid him down. Dean felt his head again. He was still burning up. "Sam, come on, you got to wake up, " he said. He covered him up and found a first aid kit in the restroom. He cleaned the cut on his chest, then sat down on the other bed to watch him.

A couple of hours later, Dean was lying back against his headboard when Sam woke up. "Hey, said Dean, "how are you?" Sam didn't answer. "Sam," said Dean looking at his brother, but still got no response. Dean sat up on the side of his bed, instantly worried. Sam got up and walked over to the door and then outside. "Sam," said Dean getting up. He took hold of Sam's arm and turned him to face him. His eyes were glassy and he shoved Dean away. He walked out into the road! Cars slammed on their brakes, and horns blew as they dodged him!

"SAM!!" yelled Dean, running over and grabbing him! "What are you doing?"
He caught Sam as he fell. "Damn it" he said as he carried him back inside.
"What the hell is that thing doing to you!" He laid him back down on the bed. "Sammy!" he said patting his cheeks. Sam moaned and opened his eyes. He jumped up! Terrified!

"Easy Sam, it's me, Dean." He grabbed a hold of Sam's arm.

"No!" yelled Sam beginning to fight.

"Sam, it's me!" said Dean again. "Stop it!"

"Get away from me!" said Sam backing up.

"It's me Sam," said Dean raising his hands. Sam shook his head. "Dean."

"It's me, easy. Let me help." Sam got still and Dean stepped closer. He touched Sam's shoulder. His eyes focused and he saw his brother. "What happened?" asked Sam and Dean just shook his head.

"What is it?" asked Sam again.

"You tried to kill yourself again." answered Dean. Sam just stared at his brother.

"You walked out into traffic man, you almost got hit, then when I tried to help, you acted like you didn't know me." Sam shook his head and sat down on his bed. "I can't believe this is happpening." he said. Dean walked over and sat down beside him.

"We'll figure it out Sam. I promise," said Dean, but he was scared. Sam had never tried to kill himself before. He didn't know how to help. He felt his head, and it was still very hot.

"You got a fever. Come on and lay down." said Dean. Sam didn't argue, he just laid down on the bed and Dean covered him up. He closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly.

"What the hell did you do to my brother, you freak?" said Dean out loud. He brushed Sam's hair out of his eyes. He sat down and knew he wouldn't be getting any more sleep that night.

Early the next morning Sam woke up again. "Dean," he said.

"I'm here," answered Dean, walking over to his brother. "How do you feel?" He sat on the opposite bed and checked Sam over. He raised his hand to feel his head, but Sam flinched and Dean stopped.

"Sam, it me," said Dean lowering his hand again.

"I know," said Sam relaxing a little.

"Then why did you flinch?" asked Dean. Sam didn't answer.

"Sam, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm your brother. I just want to see if you still have a fever." Sam nodded and Dean felt his forehead, which was still very hot to touch.

"You do still have a fever," said Dean. He checked all the cuts. None of them were looking infected and Dean couldn't figure out where the fever was coming from. When he looked up Sam was grinning at him.

"What the hell's so funny?" asked Dean. He would never admit it, but he was glad to see the grin.

"You make a good mother," said Sam.

"Shut up Sam," he said. "I'm worried about you, you look like crap."

"I know, but I think I feel better," said Sam.

"You think?" said Dean. "That's not good enough," answered Dean. "You're still burning up and we need to go get some clothes.

"You go," said Sam. "I'm tired."

"No way," said Dean. "Not the way you're acting. I'm not leaving you."

"Then let's both go," suggested Sam getting to his feet, and walking toward the door.

"Hold on," said Dean looking into his brothers eyes. They appeared focused, so they both went out in search of some clothes. They bought some and paid for them with fake credit cards, then went back to the motel. Both took showers and felt better, but Dean still watched his brother close. He wasn't acting right and Dean wasn't about to leave his side.