A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this! I decided to do a chapter in Dean's POV, and then one after in Sam's POV.

Disclaimer: Just in case you forgot, I'm not EK.

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Dean's POV:

Ugh!

My head feels like it's on fire! Not only that but I am so damn cold, and then blistering hot in the same minute. Damn fever. Damn witches. I hate witches. They're not only spewing their bodily fluids everywhere, which is disgusting; but they always put some sort of nasty spell on me. Why me anyways?

Why did Sam leave? It's a suicide mission and he knows it. I gotta go after him. I have to make sure he's okay. How the hell I'm going to get out of here, I have no clue. Bobby's here and I'm in no condition to drive for five hours.

"Don't even think about it." I heard Bobby threaten as I fought to get out of bed. I finally got to my feet as I glared at him.

"I have to…" I trailed off; I figured my strength was better spent elsewhere than talking.

"You have to what, Dean? Watch out for Sam? You're in no condition, and you know that!"

"Bobby, I have to. It's my job. I have to watch out for him, he's my brother. If something happened to him… Please, you gotta let me do this." I pleaded as I approached Bobby now, placing a hand on his shoulder. I watched him debate with himself inwardly, struggling.

"If something happens to the both of you, I swear Dean Winchester I will throttle you!" Bobby threatened as he grabbed a set of keys from the dresser in the room.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm driving. You seriously think I'm letting you drive for five hours?" Bobby questioned as he gave me a look questioning my sanity.

I just nodded as I followed him to the car. My body was aching in protest, practically screaming. I couldn't stop. What if Sam needed me? What if he got hurt? I'd kick his ass if he got hurt. I clinched my jaw, trying to keep my emotions inward as I tried not to think about Sam being hurt. I was hurt enough for the both of us.

I sneezed, and then started a coughing fit. Ugh, my nose is stuffed and I think I'm getting sick. It can't get worse than this.

I hopped into the passenger's seat, and shut the door. As Bobby got in and started up the car, getting on the highway, I leaned against the window of the car, it was chilly.

"Dean?" Bobby whispered about an hour later.

"Mmmmm…" I groaned in response. He didn't say anything else, so I assumed it was a check to see if I was still conscious.

It was a long drive, and Sammy being out there hunting a vampire, which also happened to be a witch, did not make me feel better.

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It felt like a lifetime had passed when we finally made it to that damn cabin. I was zoning in and out for most of it. I still can't believe Bobby actually drove me out here.

When he parked the car, I got out, and headed around back to the trunk. Bobby handed me a crossbow with arrows that were soaked in Dead Man's Blood. He wanted me to stay back, but also be able to defend myself. I felt light headed, and I could have swore I saw black dots, but nothing was going to keep me from Sam; not now.

Bobby helped me inside, and as we walked in to the second room, I wrinkled my nose in disgust at the smell of rotting flesh. I looked over and saw a decapitated vampire. There must have only been the witch left. I looked to Bobby and we sped up, and froze when I saw the witch crouching down and slinking in to Sam's unconscious body on the floor.

"Hey!" I yelled trying to get her attention on me and away from Sam. I could feel the anger rolling off of Bobby but I could care less as I struggled free from Bobby's grasp and I shot her with an arrow. She glared at me, and in the middle of a spell, she dropped down to the ground, unconscious.

I made my way over to Sam as quickly as I could while Bobby dragged the witch in the other room to take care of her. I noticed there were a few small cuts on his face, and a huge gash on his chest that I was going to have to stitch up later.

"Sam?" I called shaking him awake. I still felt weak. I started to wonder what was taking Bobby so long when I stumbled backwards, landing on my back, and it felt like someone was defibrillating my body.

I laid there for a second, trying to let the stinging go away. Soon, my cold went away. My head stopped pounding, and I could feel my normal strength pumping through my veins. It was almost too good to be true, but I didn't care about myself, right now, Sam was all that mattered.

I made my way back over to him, and I shook him once more.

"Sam?" I questioned again. He groaned in response as he stirred. It was the most beautiful sound I had heard in a long time. A grin spread across my face as he started to wake up.

"Dean…?" He questioned groggily, and I nodded; helping him up.

"Yeah, it's me."

"How did you get here? What happened—"

He stopped mid sentence now that he was on his feet taking in my appearance. He realized I was no longer the frail, sickly man I was just minutes ago, but the man he knew me to be. Out of nowhere he leaned in and hugged me tightly. I'm not usually one for chick flick moments, but I had worried him; so much that he was willing to go on a suicide mission, so I gave in and returned the gesture, giving him what he needed for once.

After a few seconds, we let each other go.

"How did you kill it?"

"Dean didn't kill it, I did." Bobby said as he came out of the other room and stood beside the boys now, happy to see Dean back to his old self again.

"Where are you boys headed now?"

I shrugged. "We'll probably just hang out in a hotel for a night or so, Sam needs to get stitched up, and I think we both need a few days of rest."

"You're always welcome to stay with me." Bobby offered. We nodded our gratitude.

"Thanks, but I think we'll take a rain check." I whispered. We shook hands, and then we walked to out of the cabin to our separate vehicles.

I got into the driver's seat of the impala. It was so good to be back driving her again.

"When we get to the hotel, I'm stitching you up, and then, I'm kicking your ass." I commented as I drove to the nearest hotel.

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A/N: One more chapter left! It will be in Sam's POV. I hope you guys enjoyed this! Review!!!!