Like I NEED a new story, right? And hey, I am pretty good at updating most of them. I only have like a dozen or so, lol. I'm really trying to limit myself. Most of the newer stories are ones I've had in my head for a while, and I couldn't resist creating them any longer, lol. But still, please review. I've been wanting to write a Sammy gets poisoned one for a while now. I really do love reviews, they always make my day! :)

Prologue
The desert was hot and sticky. They had been walking for days. Sweat trickled down Sammy's neck. He pushed back his hat, wiping it off.

"Dean?!" He called out, but his brother took a while to answer. They had had another fight before coming to the desert. Their father had left them cordinates that led them to this location. Despite the inhuman weather conditions Dean started to gather supplies without hesitating. That was when Sam got on his case about the blind of faith that Dean had in their father. Dean had retorted with saying that they would always obey their father, no matter what. And if Sam couldn't talk about anything else, than he might as well shut the hell up. And that was the last they had spoken to each other since they arrived.

"Dean?" He repeated again. Dean sighed. He was a few feet away from Sam. Sure he hated the rough sand that he stumbled over, but he was sick of Sammy's complaining. Of Sammy acting like a little brat.

"What?" He snapped, turning around sharply. Sam gulped, realizing that Dean was much more angry than he was at the moment.

"I don't think whatever Dad thought was here, is here."

"It's here." Dean turned his back.

"Damn it, Dean, we've been walking for days!"

"Oh poor Sammy, gotten soft haven't you? Not used to roughing it anymore."

"Any day I spend with you is roughing it," Sam spat. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever." Like he decided before, he was getting tired of Sammy complaining all the time. Their father said there was a monster here, than there was a monster here. John Winchester was never wrong in Dean's eyes. That idea was impossible to him.

Sam sighed. It took all his urge to bite back another remark.

Suddenly, after another mile or so, he heard a soft rattle in the bushes. He froze for a moment, and gulped. They were in desert area. The places that rattlesnakes lived at. Dean was pretty far from him. And the wind was blowing the sand now, making it difficult to hear. And suddenly, it happened.

A snake like creature appeared. It was like a rattlesnake, but different. It's eyes were changed, demonic black. As if a demon was posessing it somehow. It opened it's fang like mouth.

"Dean!" Sam bellowed, raising his gun. But it was too late. The snake lunged at him and bit him right on the chest..

"What?!" Dean sighed, more than a little annoyed. But he turned quicker when he heard Sam scream in pain. Dean's eyes widened as he saw the rattlesnack biting his brother, more then once.

"Sammy!" He raced towards his little brother and with his smaller gun he shot at the snake that was still clinging to Sam's chest. He fired at it. The bullets hit it, but it didn't die. Instead it dropped to the ground and turned to look at Dean. That was when Dean saw the demonic eyes. It hissed dangerously at Dean, as if daring him, before he slithered away. Dean was panting for breath. Was that what their father wanted them to hunt? A demonic snake in the desert? Unable to really think clearly he raced towards his brother who had already fallen to the ground.

"Shit, shit, shit," he cursed as he ripped open Sammy's shirt. Sam wouldn't stop moaning. Wouldn't stop withering. Wouldn't stop sobbing.

Dean stared in horror at the two gaping wounds on the chest. It was definantly more than just a rattlesnake that attacked Sammy. A rattlesnake wouldn't leave those kinds of wounds on his chest. Or that large of a wound.

Sam started to shiver, even though they were right under the sun. Dean felt his forehead. It was burning up.

Shit. The wounds were definantly infected. Who knows what that demon thing did to his brother? Shaking he placed the jacket that was around his waist and pressed it on the wounds. It was than that Sam moaned in pain, tears rolling down his face, as he rolled over and vomitted.

"It's okay, Sammy," Dean lied. "Everything's gonna be okay. I'm taking care of things, like I always do."

Only problem is that I don't know what the hell I'm doing!

Sam had to get help. The only problem is when he was glancing at the area around him he realized things had changed somehow. The bush he thought was there, wasn't. Was what he was seeing a mirage now? He didn't know.

All he knew as he scooped up his shivering brother was that he was lost in the boiling desert. And that Sammy was seriously sick, even dying. And that there was nothing he could do about it.

Even though I have many stories out there, that I update frequently, do you still want me to continue? PLEASE don't let my other stories stop you from reviewing this one! I've been wanting to do a story like this one for a LONG time. So PLEASE review. Pretty please, with cherry on top?