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Nurses and doctors immediately came bustling into Sam's room. John stared at his son and could do nothing but silently pray for Sam's life. Caleb felt his heart break as he saw the jerking motions of the youngest Winchester continue, but his heart completely shattered when he heard the primal scream come from Dean.

"NOOOOO!" A nurse was trying to get Dean to back away from Sam but he kept trying to push through. "Sammy, you have to fight. You cannot leave me. No Sammy, NOOOOOOO!"

A nurse had already grabbed John's arm and was leading him out of the room while he silently stared at his baby. Caleb immediately went over to Dean and grabbed his arm.

"Dean, there is nothing you can do. You have to give them space to work on Sam. C'mon Dean."

Dean turned his head and finally left the room with Caleb, but the minute he exited the door he slid down the wall and sat on the floor hugging his knees to his chest. Dean rested his face on his knees and started mumbling to himself. Caleb knew Dean was convincing himself Sam would be okay.

John at this point was also sitting on the floor. He closed his eyes and a lone tear trail down his cheek.

It felt like forever for the group of three before the door to Sam's room opened and nurses and doctors left. Dr. Drake approached the men on the floor and sat down to talk to them.

"How's Sam?" asked Caleb.

Dr. Drake looked at his hands. This was the worst part of his job; giving bad news to people. It was the worst when it was a kid; such as a sixteen year old, boy who had apparently saved two peoples' lives the night of his accident. "Sam suffered a seizure because his fever had gotten too high. He coded and we had to revive him."

Dean looked at the doctor and could tell by the expression on his face that he did not have any good news for them. "But he's going to be okay right?"

"Guys, there is nothing more we can do for him. We changed his gown, we replaced the ice packs, and we wet him down. Nothing is lowering his fever. This infection struck hard and it struck fast. The antibiotics we gave him are not working fast enough. The only idea I can come up with is giving him this one other very strong antibiotic, but if it does not work fast than…" Dr. Drake just could not bare to finish. He looked at Dean. He was a big brother and he could not imagine what Dean was going through. Losing his little brother would be the end of the world for him and he could tell it would be the same for Dean.

"We are…we are…going to have to…he'll die…right?" John asked as his voice cracked.

Dr. Drake nodded his head. Dean closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall as he let himself cry. At this point, he did not care who saw him. His Sammy was going to die. "I'm so very sorry," Dr. Drake said before he left the three broken men in the hallway. He headed to his office. He had an overwhelming need to call his little brother.

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Caleb called Pete and told him everything that had happened. Pete passed the news on to the team and begged them to all say a prayer for Sam. Jack and Anna asked Pete if they could skip practice to go see Sam. Pete decided to cancel practice and he drove them to the hospital.

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Sam was only allowed one non-family member visitor at a time now. Jack went in first. The sight he saw brought tears to his eyes and they soon spilled over onto his cheeks. Caleb was asleep in a chair in the corner of the room. John was as still as stone staring at Sam. Dean was wiping a wet washcloth across Sam's face. When Jack entered they, both looked up.

"C'mon Dean lets give them some time. We will go get some coffee so we can keep watch over Sam."

Dean stared at Sam for a long moment before nodding. He kissed Sam's forehead, pushed the damp bangs out of his face, and then walked out of the room. John woke Caleb up and the two followed Dean out the door.

Jack walked over to Sam and sat in the chair Dean vacated.

Jack could not believe how fragile and dare he say deathlike his best friend looked. Sam was paler than pale and completely drenched in sweat. He kept mumbling unintelligible words as his head moved side to side.

"Sam. I know you probably feel awful but man you have to hold on. You have to fight this for all you have. Dude, you are my best friend. I need you, Anna needs you, Pete needs you to survive, and your family. Sam please man." Jack was on the verge of sobbing. "Sam, please. I will not be able to live with myself if you die. The three of us were there. Why couldn't it have been me? Dude you saved my life and I need you to survive. I need us to go do the stupid crap we did all the time together. I just need my friend."

Jack grabbed Sam's hand. "Man, you have to fight Sam. Please fight."

Jack then left the room and Anna went in. She had been crying in the hallway and the tears cascaded even faster when she got a look at how much Sam's health had deteriorated.

She also sat in Dean's chair and grabbed his hand. "Sam, you were recovering this morning. Why did you of all people have to endure a setback? You do not deserve this Sam. Please Sam, you have to fight. I am sure you have been hearing that from everyone but its true. We all need you Sam. Sam I need you. You jumped in front of that damn dog to save me and look at where that got you. Please Sam. Sam I need you to survive." Anna whispered "I love you Sam," before giving him a kiss on the cheek and leaving the room.

Pete walked in and talked to Sam as well. Dean, John, and Caleb returned. Pete could tell all three men had been crying by the puffy redness surrounding each of their eyes. Pete asked them if they needed anything before taking Jack and Anna home.

The three returned to their previous spots around Sam. Late that evening, Sam had a lucid moment but it was a haunting one. "D'n?"

Dean immediately looked at Sam. "Sam?"

Sam's glazed eyes searched out Dean and finally landed on him. "Dad?"

John walked over and stood next to Dean. "I'm right here son."

Tears began leaking out the sides of Sam's eyes. "Tired…so tired."

"We know you are baby, but you just have to hold on a little longer." John whispered to Sam.

"Am…I…die'n." Sam mumbled.

John and Dean felt tears spring to their eyes. "No, Sammy, you are just very sick." Dean replied.

"I…think…am…die'n…don'…wanna…die."

"You are not dieing Sam, you can't." said Dean.

"I'm…scared…die'n…so…tired."

Sam's eyes closed and he yet again fell into a fitful sleep.

Caleb sat in his chair silently sobbing. Sam was afraid because he knows he's dieing. Caleb wanted to scream. A previously healthy sixteen-year-old boy should not suddenly be facing his own immortality. Sam should have been worried about a girl, a homework assignment, a test, or a dumb grade. He should not be afraid because he knows he is dieing. It just was not fair.

Then, because life tends to love to beat down the Winchesters; things went from bad to way worse. Caleb felt that for probably the twelfth time in the past three days his heart had been ripped out of his chest when Sam's heart monitor flattened and Dean screamed the must gut wrenching scream he had ever heard.

"NOOOOOOOOO SAMMY!!!!!!!!!"

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I'm evil but to reassure everyone, this IS NOT a deathfic. :) Please review!