Chapter 8

Hi again, here's the next chapter. I liked writing this waaayy more than the last one. Hope you'll like it! :)

Sam had fallen back to sleep, but Dean didn't blame him. He was sick and exhausted and it had really taken a toll on the kid's body. The big question, though, was: how did Sam know they were in trouble earlier? Maybe it was another one of those damn visions. Fuck, the kid was already hurting; he didn't need a friggin' migraine added to his miseries.

Dean watched Sam breath in and out; something he hadn't seen him do for a while…well on his own, that is. He still hadn't released his brother's hand, and now his own hand was hot and sweaty, but he didn't give crap about it; he wasn't letting go of Sam, not now, not ever. He almost lost him so many times in their life, he wasn't gonna let it happen again. Sam had been kidnapped by a bunch of psycho hillbillies and almost executed, strangled way too many times, beaten up, nightmare plagued and god only knows what else. Not to mention the thousands of times Sam had gotten sick. The kid was prone to danger.

"You know," he began talking softly. He knew Sammy found the sound of his voice comforting, conscious or not. "When you were just a baby, you'd get sick so many times and mom and dad would have to stay up all night to watch you. Sometimes if Dad was at work, mom would let me stay up and watch you, too. God, you were a handful," Dean chuckled, as remembered those days. "Even after she died…nothing would stop you from getting the flu or just the common cold. Dad was always on hunts, so I was stuck with the nursing job. But…I liked it, it made me feel needed. It was my job to take care of you- still is, and, ha, dad wouldn't even know what to do if he tried so…" Dean sniffed, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. "God, I hate having to see you go through this shit, because of my mistake. I'm supposed to be the responsible big brother, but all I did was hurt you. I'm sorry, Sammy. I'm so sorry."

"N-not your f'lt, De," a soft voice filtered throughout the room.

Dean jumped, his eyes snapping open.

"Sammy? You awake?" Dean said eagerly, squeezing his brother's hand.

Sam's legs shifted underneath the blankets as he took a deep breath. One at a time, his eyes opened and looked at his surroundings before landing on Dean.

"I-It's…" Sam coughed, but only twice. That was a good thing, right? "It's n-not your fault, Dean."

"It is, Sammy. I practically forced the spoon into your mouth."

"And I could've said no," Sam said closing his eyes. He was beat.

"You tried and-"

"I could have walked away, I could have left the motel for a while until you realized I wasn't gonna do it. I could have done a hundred different things to avoid doing the dare, but instead I gave in. Yeah, you might," Sam took a deep breath, already breathless from his lecture. "You might have coerced me, but you aren't entirely to blame alright?"

"If I had just known you were allergic to-"

"Alright?" Sam cut off, opening his eyes and looking straight into Dean's.

"Fine…Trust you to get me into chick flick moments," muttered Dean. "Bitch."

Sam closed his eyes as he grinned. "Jerk."

~~~SPN~~~

"So…" begun Sam. His eyes were still closed, but he was awake.

"Yeah, man?"

"What do ya think that demon wanted?"

"Ain't it obvious? Just like the rest of them, they want us dead."

"Well, there has to be a reason, right? It's usually, because 'you sent me back to hell' or 'you killed my brother, mother, father, daughter' sort'a thing."

"Yeah, that's true."

"Anyways," Sam said before letting out a bout of coughing. He winced as he rubbed his chest; being sick sucked. "T-The demon that had been possessing Dr. Mackey isn't gone. It only left the meat suit. It could still be in the hospital."

"Great, just our luck," Dean said, sarcasm dripping from his tone. "Then I guess we gotta keep a sharp eye on everyone."

Sam opened his eyes and looked at Dean with a raised eyebrow. "Even the hot nurses? You're not gonna be blinded by what you call "love?"

"Shut up. I can turn it on and off when I want to, unlike your telekinesis. I still can't believe we lost $75 bucks at the craps table."

"Dean that was weeks ago and it was $75 dollars, so stop complaining."

Dean rolled his eyes, but smiled. It began to disappear, though, when he studied his brother. He still looked a bit pale, but his temperature was decreasing to a normal level and his coughing wasn't as bad as before.

"What?" Sam said, breaking Dean out of his thoughts.

He frowned; his brother's eyes were still closed. "How did you-"

"You're my brother, Dean. I can sense your eyes on me…and you were quiet for too long, which you never are."

"Whatever. I'm gonna…" Dean trailed off as he remembered his promise to himself. He wouldn't leave Sammy's side, ever."

"What, Dean?" Sam said, opening his eyes and looking at his older brother in concern.

"I… ha, this is embarrassing. I have to go take a leak, but…"

A light bulb went on in Sam's drug filled head. He pursed his lips; Dean never actually showed his protectiveness this much, more or less his feelings…and he wasn't gonna tease him about it.

"Go, Dean. I don't need to be smelling piss while I'm trying to sleep or eat," Sam joked lightly.

Dean didn't even crack a smile; he was serious about this. He so worried that in the little time he would spend in the bathroom, something bad would happen to his baby brother. They always had bad luck, why would it turn around now?

"I'll be fine Dean, okay? Don't worry. Anyways, you look like crap, go wash up. But if you are that uneasy about it, then…I'll knock down this glass, assuming I won't be able to yell."

Dean sighed. It was a clever idea, but…

"Dean. I'm okay."

"Alright. Back in a sec."

"'Kay." Sam slumped into the pillows and closed his eyes. Dean worried too much.

Suddenly, he felt someone touch his shoulder and he flinched violently, opening his eyes.

"Whoa, dude, it's just me," his brother said softly.

"Oh, sorry…that was quick."

"What can I say? I'm a ninja," Dean grinned.

Sam rolled his eyes as the two Winchesters sat in silence for a few moments.

"Hey, Dean?"

"Yeah, kiddo?"

"Remember when all this started? Before I was about to do the dare?"

Dean frowned. Where was the kid going with this? "Yeah? What are you saying, Sam?"

"And you said that you'd do the challenge after me? Well, it's your turn."

"What?"

"You heard me. It's your turn for the Cinnamon Challenge, Dean," Sam smiled.

~~~SPN~~~

Sam had only been joking about making Dean do the dare, because he knew how much crap his big brother went through because of the first incident. Now, twice in an hour, Sam had fallen asleep, on his left side this time and facing his brother and Dean understood perfectly. Maybe now he could get some much needed rest. Dean yawned loudly as he weaved his fingers through Sam's curled ones and squeezed his brother's hand gently before falling into a deep slumber.

~~~SPN~~~

Dr. Hudson walked through the quiet hallways of the hospital, smiling at nurses and the other staff members of the nightshift. He was beat and the past few hours had been energy draining. It seemed tonight was the night everyone picked to get injured or extremely sick.

He turned another corner, heading down to Sam Bravo's, his current patient, room. He was handed this job when Joe, commonly known as Dr. Mackey, was killed. Well, it was the guys own fault, he was trying to kill a patient and that was against the law. The chilling part of it was that he'd been friends with him since he got here…who knew he had a totally different life as a criminal. I wonder how many other people he's killed. Dr. Hudson shuddered, not wanting to think about it. Anyways, speaking of Sam, it had been pretty quiet in his room. No flat lines, no breathing problems, nothing. The kid must be sleeping peacefully.

Looking down at his clipboard, he stepped into the room. When he looked up, though, he gasped. The older kid- Dean was it? - was sitting next to his patient, hand interlocked with him and snoring softly. He pursed his lips and sighed in annoyance. Why was it that the families never listened to word he said? He shook his head as he proceeded with the quick checkup. He'd wake up Dean in a second. Sam's heart was beating normally, and his blood pressure was good along with his oxygen levels. His temperature was a bit high, but not as life threatening; his breathing, yet still raspy, was slow and steady. Once he was finished scribbling down the information needed, he moved to go wake up the older brother. But once he got a good look at the man, he stopped. Dean had stubble on his very pale face. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair was disheveled like he ran his hand through it many times. It looks like the guy hasn't left once. His eyes were red and puffy, almost like he'd been crying, and they had dark grey circles underneath them. The poor kid must've not slept in days.

Now he felt bad, and he'd feel extremely guilty if he forced the shattered man out. Never, in his 12 years of being a doctor, did he see so much protectiveness and dedication towards a family member. Sighing sadly he looked at Sam; the kid looked happy and relaxed, probably 'cause his big brother was by his side. He didn't want to be the cause of his patient's distress if he removed his brother from the room. He guessed it would be okay to let him stay; Sam was doing fine anyways. Without another sound, he quickly left the room.

~~~SPN~~~

He sluggishly stirred, detecting that something wasn't right. Dean's big brother senses were tingling wildly and it suddenly came to him. He couldn't feel Sam's hand; the warmth was gone. This was a very bad thing. He jerked awake and looked to where his brother's bed should be. But to his shock, the bed wasn't there. He whipped his head around and just in time, he saw a male nurse rolling a still sleeping Sam out of the room.

"Hey!" he said a little too loudly.

The nurse gasped and looked up at Dean.

"What are you doing with him?"

"He's getting a chest x-ray, sir. Just a routine check," he said.

Dean studied the nurse's face and then remembered his own words to Sam. "We gotta keep a sharp eye on everyone."

"Christo," he muttered.

Almost immediately, the nurse growled and swiftly pinned Dean to the wall with an invisible force. "I'll get to you later," he hissed.

Dean tried to move, but the power of the demon was too strong; he could barely even lift a friggin' finger. Suddenly, both of them heard a small noise. Sam was waking up.

Dammit, no. "Sammy," he whispered.

"Hmmm, Dean?" Sam moaned groggily as he opened his eyes. When he saw his brother against the wall and the black eyed nurse, he barely had time to gasp before a prick of a needle entered his neck, inserting a sedative into his system. Instantly, he started to grow weak and tired; he could only hear Dean's shouting voice below crashing waves. In another second, he fell back into the world of unconsciousness.

~~~SPN~~~

"Sam? Sammy, stay awake buddy!" Dean shouted as his brother's eyelids started to close. In seconds, the kid was out.

The demon grinned evilly as he made a move to stoke Sam's hair.

"Don't you dare touch him you son of a bitch!" growled Dean threateningly.

The 'nurse' looked up and sneered. "And what are you gonna do about it?" He resumed going for Sam's head and carded his fingers through Sam's curls. It made Dean sick to see the bastard touch his little brother like that. He began breathing heavily, puffing air through his nose like a raging bull…and that's exactly what he was right now. No one was allowed to touch his Sammy like that. He snarled, struggling immensely to tear himself from the wall. But it was no use. He was helpless.

"Say good-bye to little Sammy," the demon chuckled, standing up straight and beginning to roll Sam's bed away.

"Come back here you bastard! I swear to god if you hurt him, you will fucking regret stepping foot on this earth! Oh, god. Sammy! Hey! HEY!"

TBC

*Laughs evilly* what's gonna happen to our Sammy? I really hope I'm not going off track with this story's plot, but if I am just let me know. The next chapter will be up in the next few days or so, maybe Saturday at the latest. Review like always :)