Chapter Twelve

I stood there, shivering because of the cold, even though I had a thick towel wrapped around me. "I told you to stay right here, dammit," Sam said shaking his head at me.

"I…was just trying to help," I told him but looking at his expressions felt the need to add a "sorry" to it too.

Sam looked out towards the ocean and sighed, "You don't need to apologise, Sherry. I was just worried about you."

"Well, I'm worried about you, too," I told him, as we walked back to Andrea's house. Having just saved the kid, Dean was walking with Lucas and Andrea while Sam and I followed them.

"You don't have to worry about me," Sam said but didn't continue.

"Of course I do," I replied, "And I really owe you an apology too. I haven't been paying much attention to you and I haven't talked to you much either."

"Oh come on," Sam rolled his eyes at me. "You know you don't have to do that. Look we've both been trying deal with what happen in our own way."

"I know, but I just feel sort of guilty for spending more time being a jerk to Dean than being there for you," I responded quite honestly.

"Well, then I feel guilty too for spending so much time trying to deal with Jessica's death than being there for you," Sam said, his jaw tensing and his eyes filling with water just by mentioning her name.

I nudged him, lightly and said, "Jessica was your girlfriend, Sam. You should be able to take as much time as you want."

"Yeah, but she was a very close friend to you and you've lost her too," Sam said looking at me with concern when it should have actually been the other way around.

"Well, I'm fine," I told him and he suddenly laughed. I smiled at seeing his beautiful laugh but shrugged anyway, "What?!"

"Oh, nothing. You just used the most famous Winchester phrase," Sam tried to explain to me, "We use it whenever we are the farthest that we can be from fine."

While I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him trying to show him that I was fine, I keep thinking about those yellow eyes that kept haunting me in my dreams.

"Cough, cough, screw you guys," I told them both, as I sniffed and tried to wipe my nose with my handkerchief.

"Well, I hate to say it, but I told you so," Sam said wearing a big smile on his face and all I wanted to do was wipe that smug smile off of his bloody face.

"Dude, you love sayin' 'I told you so'," Dean remarked and I glared at them both.

"Ugh, I…cough, cough, hate you," I told them through all of my coughing and sniffing. Somehow Sam had just known that despite all three of us having jumped in that lake to save Lucas, it was only I who was going to be affected by it.

I had fallen sick and I hated it. I hated every damn minute of it. I especially hated the fact that Sam and Dean seemed to be enjoying it so much, and that they had taken it as a personal victory because they were both, in fact, fine.

"Dean, can you turn off the damn TV before I break it," I almost growled at him. I barely heard him answer through my coughs which seemed to be shaking my whole body.

"And how are you planning on breaking it?" Dean seemed amused by the idea and was clearly trying to aggravate me even though I wasn't in the damn mood and was clearly coming down with something that felt like the flu.

"Dean, please…" I started to say as my eyes started to water and my head ache intensified. I suddenly notice that the loud noise was gone and Dean looked over at me with a concerned glance.

"Hey are you feeling alright?" Sam asked as he put his hand to my forehead, and I couldn't help but lean into the cool touch, "Oh crap, Sherry, you're burnin' up."

"Well, why don't you put me out then," I asked as another cough racked my body and I felt a wave of nausea pass over me. When I heard Dean chuckling at what I had just said, I realised that Sam was right. Again. "You're right, I am kinda sick."