Okay, I was informed by more than one person how evil I am to have left you with yet another cliffhanger. I hope this bonus chapter makes up for my evilness. Enjoy.

Cindy.

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"Maggie! We need help!" Jakota screamed as he and his younger brother burst into the medical unit with an unconscious Dean hanging between them.

A few moments later a disheveled and sleepy eyed Maggie rushed from the back room, her eyes widening when she saw the metal bar protruding from Dean's thigh. She hurried to the makeshift exam table as she motioned for the brothers to bring Dean to her.

"Put him on the table...gently..." she instructed.

As gently as they could, Jakota and Bryan hoisted Dean up and settled him onto the table. Maggie placed a pillow under his head then moved her attention to his leg. She hissed as she cut his jeans away from the wound, silently noting the amount of blood that continued to seep from the wound. Equally disturbing was the rust that encrusted the rebar. That could cause problems if Dean was not current on his tetenous shot.

"How long ago did this happen?" Maggie questioned, lifting her gaze to the concerned faces of Jakota and Bryan.

"Uh...half hour or so I guess," Bryan stated. "Is he gonna be okay?"

"This is pretty bad. Way more than I can handle here. We'll have to get him to town..." Maggie started.

"No...n-not leaving. Wh-where's S-Sam?" a barely conscious Dean queried.

"Um..he's...Dean, you were bleeding to death...he..." Jakota stammered.

"Shit! He's...still out there?" Dean cried as he tried to rise up from the table.

Maggie pushed Dean back down, her eyes falling on Jakota, questioning.

"Stay still Dean, I don't want you to aggravate your leg any further. Now, what happened out there? What about Sam?"

"We went out when Dean saw some men trying to enter the complex. They couldn't cross the salt line. It was a trap to get Sam out there I guess. Sam showed up and sent us away with Dean," Bryan rambled, his eyes falling in fear and shame.

"You left him out there alone?" Maggie exclaimed.

"Dean couldn't walk. Sam said he could handle them...oh God...what if he..." Bryan replied.

"Get your sorry asses back out there...Now!!!" Dean spat, once again trying to sit up from the table.

Maggie pushed him back again, trying to keep his leg still.

"Dean, we need to get you to town. You need a hospital..." Maggie started.

"Just pull the damn thing out! I gotta get to Sam!" Dean shouted.

"You don't understand Dean. You could lose your leg. I can't just pull the rebar out," Maggie replied.

Dean was about to reply when the door opened and Isaral stepped into the crowded room. He stepped up to the table when he saw Dean lying there. He reached his hand out and held it over the wounded limb and started chanting softly until a hand on his wrist halted him.

"N-no...you're here for S-Sam...not me," Dean said weakly.

"Samuel needs you Dean. He needs you whole and healthy. As strong as he is, he can't do this without you. Let me heal you," Isaral said softly.

Dean stared at the man a moment then slowly nodded, allowing himself to somewhat relax onto the table. Isaral began his chant again and a soft light emanated from his hand. He lifted his eyes to Maggie and nodded. Maggie carefully grasped the rebar and steadily pulled it from Dean's leg. Dean hissed in pain, but almost immediately the pain subsided and he began to feel the weakness leave him. Isaral finished his chanting and pulled his hand away. Maggie began her examination and shook her head.

"The wound is barely visible now," she whispered.

"So, can we go get Sam now?" Dean asked, annoyance in his tone.

Dean pulled himself up from the table, wincing a bit as some lingering pain shot through his leg. Jakota and Bryan grasped his arms as he steadied himself, then the three hunters turned for the door. They pulled up when the door was flung open and Sam practically fell into the room. Jakota rushed forward and caught him before he crashed to the floor.

"Sam! What...how?" Dean cried as he hurried to help Jakota get Sam to the table he had just vacated.

Sam stared up at Dean as he was lowered onto the table. Blood streaked down his face from a gash above his right eye. His breaths came in labored pants and no one in the room missed how pale he was. Dean reached for Sam's hand and rested his other hand on Sam's forehead. Sam's breathing eased and soon color began to creep back into his face. Maggie immediately began to clean the wound above his eye pulling back when he hissed in pain.

"Uh...it's not that bad. I'll just need to put some butterfly bandages on it. Now, let me look at your eyes," Maggie said, already pulling up Sam's lids and flashing her penlight over his pupils.

Maggie smiled softly and Dean let out the breath he was holding. He turned his gaze back to Sam and immediately the relief on his face turned to anger.

"What the hell were you thinking Sam!?" he spat.

"I...I was thinking I should probably save your ass Dean," Sam replied, his try at a sarcastic grin failing miserably.

"You sent us away and took on five demons...by yourself! You took advantage of my condition and put yourself in harms way! I should kick your ass right now you little bitch!" Dean hollered as he paced frantically by the table.

"Dean, I'm fine. I'm just..." Sam started.

"You're fine? You sure the hell don't look fine Sam! Isaral...get over here and fix him!" Dean cried, nodding lightly as Isaral neared the table.

Sam held up his hand to stop the healer's progress. "No...I'm fine. I don't need to be fixed. Besides, it looks like he just healed you. He needs to rest Dean."

"Sam," Dean started in a softer voice. "What the hell happened out there? How did you...why aren't you...crap!! Just tell me what happened!"

"I...they got in a few hits, but then I did what Isaral has been teaching me and...and it worked. One minute they're advancing on me, the next demon smoke is spewing out of them and it just...went poof! Of course now we have five very confused guys rambling about out in the woods," Sam explained.

"So...you just used your freaky psychic powers to make the demons go...poof?" Dean asked warily.

"Um...yeah. Pretty much," Sam replied.

Dean suddenly grabbed Sam's shirt front and pulled him up from the table. He pressed his face to within inches of Sam's before hissing, "If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I will string you up myself and pound your ass, you got it!?"

Sam just stared at Dean, his eyes growing bigger still when he was pulled into a tight embrace. He relaxed into the embrace and it was then that he was hit with a wave of dizziness. He pushed at Dean and was finally able to pull somewhat free.

"Uh...Dean..." Sam choked out.

"Yeah? What is it?" Dean asked as he gently pushed his brother back.

"M'sick," Sam gasped as he doubled over and proceeded to vomit onto the floor.

Dean held Sam's shoulders as his baby brother continued to retch, this time into a bucket that had been quickly placed at his feet. Spasm after painful spasm rocked Sam as he continued to heave long past when there was anything left in his stomach to expel. Dean's eyes searched the room but found that Isaral had silently left. The only faces he saw were the concerned ones of the brothers and Maggie. When Sam finally stopped heaving, Dean helped the weak man lie back down on the table.

"Sam? How long have you been sick? Did this just come on now or what?" Maggie asked as she placed her hand gently on Sam's cheek.

"A few..a..." Sam started, but his voice was no more than a gravely groan.

"It's been about three days," Dean interjected.

"Is it just vomiting?" the doctor asked with concern.

"No...he says it started as a dull headache with some dizziness, then the stomach cramps started. This is the first I've seen of the barfing," Dean replied, pushing his fingers comfortingly through Sam's hair.

"It's...from the...heat," Sam whispered.

"That's not from the heat Sam," Dean admonished.

"Dean's right Sam. You may have picked up a bug or something. I'm going to give you some electrolyte drinks. Small sips should make it easier to keep down. If you can't keep that down, I'll have to put in an IV so you don't get dehydrated," Maggie said, in her element now that she had a patient to take care of.

Sam nodded tiredly and Dean took the bottles of fluid that the doctor offered. He handed them off to Bryan then reached an arm around Sam's waist once the younger man had sat up. He helped Sam from the table and Jakota rushed to Sam's other side to help Dean with his burden.

"You okay to walk Sam? 'Cause I can carry your heavy ass if you want," Dean said, a slight grin curling his lips.

"I...I can walk, thank you very much," Sam whispered, his head pounding a steady beat.

"Okay then, let's get you to your room and to bed," Dean said.

Once they reached Sam's quarters, Dean and Jakota gently lowered Sam onto his bed. Dean told the brothers to go grab Bobby and a few others so they could round up the formerly possessed men who were most likely still wandering around the forest and take them back to Fort Peck.

When the brothers left, Dean removed Sam's shoes and socks, then proceeded to undress him until he was down to his tee shirt and boxers. Sam attempted to protest, but the dizziness and the steady pounding in his head prevented him from putting up much of a fight.

"Here, drink some of this," Dean said, helping Sam to sit up slightly, then handing him a glass half filled with the drink Maggie had given him.

Sam took a few sips then handed the glass back to Dean who set it on the bedside table. Sam fell back onto his pillow and draped his arm over his eyes. Dean pulled a trashcan up to the side of the bed then sat and watched his brother for a moment. To say that he was worried was an understatement. First, Sam was under incredible stress taking this whole demon war onto his shoulders, then throw Gordon Walker into the mix, it was no wonder why Sam was sick. And let's not forget using the freaky psychic powers. Powers that helped vanguish five demons.

Dean stood from the bed and pulled a chair from across the room up to the side of the bed then sat down again. He wearily rubbed his hand over his face then settled his gaze back onto Sam. Sensing the eyes on him, Sam removed his arm from his face and looked up to Dean. Dean leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and fingers clasped together.

"Sam, all this crap. The war, Gordon, your powers...I...uh...," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What Dean?" Sam prodded, exhaustion pulling his features tight.

"I'm worried about you. You're wearing yourself down. You're being pulled too thin and...well...I'm concerned."

Sam let out a soft sigh, his tired eyes gazing warmly at the most important thing in his life. "Dean, I'm fine. Really. I just need a little sleep and I'll be good as new."

"When...uh...when Jakota and Bryan took me away...from you...I...I...thought I may never see you again Sam. You scared the crap out of me. Don't ever do that again, okay?"

"Dean, if you're in trouble, I'm going to do something about it if I can. I'm sorry I scared you, but I'd do it again if I had to."

"See...that's what scares me. You can't risk yourself for me. You are too important to this war to do that Sam."

"When are you gonna get it Dean? You are the most important thing in my life. You are my life. You think it's your job to protect me, to watch over me. Well, I feel the same way about you and I won't let anyone or anything take you away from me. Never!" Sam cried, then quickly grabbed his head.

"Sam? Are you okay? What's wrong?" Dean asked worriedly as he reached out and grasped Sam's arm.

"Dizzy. I...I'm okay, just need to rest," Sam whispered.

"Yeah, you sleep now okay? I'll be right here if you need me," Dean said, relaxing back into the chair.

Sam squinted his eyes at his brother, the dizziness clouding his vision slightly. "Dude, you should go to your room. You look wasted. I'll be fine."

"No way I'm leaving you Sammy. I'll sleep here. I've slept in worse conditions," Dean replied.

Sam smiled softly, knowing he would never win the battle. He closed his eyes, and within minutes had fallen into an exhausted sleep. Dean stood and pulled a light blanket up over his brother, then sat back down. He took off his shoes then lifted his feet up to rest on the edge of the bed. He watched over his brother for a few hours until sleep finally claimed him. Not long after he fell asleep, the door opened and Bobby peered inside. He quietly made his way across the room and gently draped another blanket from the bed over Dean. He then kneeled beside the bed and softly rested his hand on Sam's forehead.

Satisfied that all was okay with the brothers, the young men he considered as close to son's as he could get, Bobby made his way back across the room and stepped out into the night. He sat on the chair next to the door and grabbed up the shotgun he had leaned against the wall and rested it on his lap. Thus began Bobby's vigil to keep watch over the only family he had. The only people he truly loved and would gladly give his life for.

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Hey, how 'bout that! No evil cliffie! You guys better gear up, 'cause things are gonna get rocky now! Take care.

Cindy.