A/N: Finally, an update! Sorry I haven't updated sooner, I have just been thinking about what I wanted to happen next. Enjoy. Read and you must review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sam, Bobby, or Dean...

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"Are we almost there yet?" Dean grumbled in the passenger's seat of the impala. After the bathroom incident he had been exhausted and fell asleep in the car, awaking a few hours earlier.

Sam rolled his eyes. "We've got thirty minutes to an hour left, just chill or go back to sleep." Sam muttered as he watched his brother reached for the stereo. Sam automatically turned it on for him, AC/DC started playing on the radio.

"I could have done it myself Sam."

Sam just sighed, speeding up; he wanted to get to Bobby's fast, he was tired of Dean's bitching.

"What?" Dean questioned realizing Sam was upset about something. Sam slowed the car and pulled over on the side of the road. He got out of the car and sat on the hood. Dean opened to the door, and leaned on the car, making his way around the hood as well.

"What is it?" Dean questioned again as he held on to the impala for dear life. Sam helped him onto the hood.

"You."

"Me? What about me?"

"Cut the crap, okay Dean? I can see how much it pains you to move, I just don't see why you won't let me help you."

"I don't need your help." Dean responded, frustrated that Sam brought this up again He knew Sam wouldn't let this go, not until he got better.

"Dammit Dean, would you just listen to me, just this once? I'm tired of watching you struggle because you refuse to accept my help. If the roles were reversed, you'd be all over me, taking care of my every wish. I want to help you; I want you to accept my help until you get better." Sam yelled, he was mad and frustrated, and he was tired of Dean being so damn proud.

Dean sighed. "Sam, I understand how you feel—"

"—No Dean, you don't know how I feel. You're slipping away and there's nothing I can do to stop it!"

"What?" Dean was confused now, he wasn't going anywhere; he was just hurt.

"You don't even listen to me anymore. You listen to Castiel's every damn word. If he told you to jump off a cliff, you would, but if I asked you to do one damn thing, you explode!"

"That's not true…"

"Oh really? Then why did we go on this hunt?" Sam paused. "Because Castiel told you to!" He yelled.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Sam, c'mon, I'm still the same guy."

"No, you aren't."

"Sam, you don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah I do Dean. I've been following you around for how many years now? I think I know you, or at least who you used to be. I just want my big brother again, not some stranger in his shell." Sam whispered, his voice trembling. Dean just slowly nodded, what Sam was telling him was hitting home. He had been neglecting his brother, but not on purpose.

"If you won't accept my help, then I'll just drop you off at Bobby's. I can't watch you suffer Dean, I won't." Sam said adamantly.

"I'm sorry. I promise I'll behave." Dean apologized.

"Help me back in the car?" Dean questioned softly as he watched Sam with expectant eyes.

"Yeah." He mumbled as he put his arm around Dean's waist, guiding him into the passenger's seat. He then returned to the driver's seat.

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It hadn't taken them much longer to get to Bobby's. When they got there, Sam was helping Dean stand, supporting most of his weight. Sam knocked on the door.

Bobby opened the door and saw Sam and Dean. "He looks worse then you said." Bobby muttered as he let them in.

"Thanks Bobby." Dean muttered sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

Sam helped him upstairs and into the spare room. There were two singles, and he laid Dean on the bed closest to the T.V.

"Are you okay for now? You hungry? Need to use the bathroom?" Sam prompted. Dean just shook his head no.

"We have to start the physical therapy soon Dean, we need to get you moving ASAP."

"I know. Can we start tomorrow? I'm exhausted from the car ride." Dean whispered. Sam watched Dean slowly close his eyes.

"Dean?" Sam questioned as he saw beads of sweat forming on his brother's forehead.

"Mmm?" He hummed.

"You okay?"

"M'fine."

Sam walked closer to Dean and placed a hand on his forehead and cheek.

"Sam…" Dean grumbled softly, annoyed. Sam frowned. Dean was burning up. He walked downstairs to get some cold water, an ice pack, and some Tylenol for the fever. He made it back up within a few seconds, and nudged Dean.

"What?" Dean questioned, annoyed yet again.

"Take this." Sam said as he handed three Tylenol and the cold water to Dean. He watched his brother as he took them, and gulped all of the water down. He then placed the ice pack on his forehead as he took the glass.

"Thanks…" Dean trailed off as he closed his eyes. Sam couldn't help but worry, Dean wasn't fine, and he knew it. There was something underlying going on, and Sam needed to figure it out before he was too late. Bobby walked in to the room.

"How's he doing?"

"Not good. I think he has a fever."

"You think he's sick?"

"I'm not sure. You think this could be something supernatural?"

"Anything's possible." Bobby answered as watched Dean. He knew something was definitely not right, but he didn't say anything. He didn't want to increase Sam's stress over the situation even more, he knew Sam was pretty stressed out already.

"You hungry?" Bobby questioned.

"No thanks, I'm just going to stay up here and watch Dean."

Bobby just nodded as he left, shutting the door behind him.

'What am I gonna do with you Dean? What the hell is wrong with you?' Sam thought to himself. He watched as his brother started convulsing. He ran over to him and shook his shoulders.

"Dean? Dean?!" Sam called as he finally shook Dean awake. He watched as Dean looked around, gasping for air, he noticed Dean started to shiver.

"S-S-Sam-m… I-I'm c-c-cold…" Dean stammered as he gripped onto Sam's arm.

"I know Dean, it's the fever, here, I'll get more blankets."

"N-no, S-S-Sam-m, p-p-pleas-s-e don't g-g-o." Dean mumbled softly. Sam frowned as he realized Dean was trying to grip him as hard as he could to keep him from leaving. He remembered the iron grip his brother once had, how bad it hurt when they would spar as kids, but now his brother was so frail, and he could barely feel his brother's touch. He also frowned at the desolation and the need in his brother's voice and eyes. He was terrified at the thought of Sam leaving him, he knew.

"It's okay, I'll call Bobby." Sam reassured. Dean just nodded, dropping his hand from Sam's arm. "Bobby!" Sam called, and within a minute he was in the doorway.

"Yeah?"

"Can you get Dean some blankets? The fever it making him cold." Sam whispered as he took the ice pack off of Dean's head.

"Sure." Bobby whispered as he left and was back in a minute with several blankets. Sam nodded his thanks as he took the blankets and wrapped them around Dean, creating a cocoon. He noticed Dean shiver a little less, which was a little relief.

Sam looked around, he had forgotten to get his laptop out of the impala. 'Damn.' Sam thought as he grabbed the keys from his pocket.

"S-S-Sam?" Dean stammered.

"I'll be right back, I promise. I need to get my laptop so I can figure out what the hell is wrong with you."

Dean simply nodded, trying his best to hide the fear in his eyes. It wasn't working, and it crushed Sam.

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