Hey guys…

Migraine has been tearing me down for a few days, sorry about the lateness of this, I mean to get these chapters up once a week, and the migraine just knocked me right on my ass. (Kind of freaked my roommate out.) I went to the doc, and he gave me this heavy duty stuff… and wow, it's finally starting to go away, so I'm writing this while I can still see straight, and then I'm going to class and bed.

And since, people tell you to write what you know or from personal experience, and I knew I could work this into the story- sorry Sammy, it's pain time.

I actually think it's kind of funny, but this first scene is exactly what I've been doing, except I wasn't in the hospital, just my normal dorm room, and I was searching for quote, 'Ways to throw a monster headache out on its ass.' I was surprised; there really weren't any hits to it… I bet the boys could exorcize it or something, but…

Anyway…: D

Enjoy.

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'And on I read
Until the day was gone
And I sat in regret
Of all the things I've done
For all that I've blessed
And all that I've wronged
In dreams until my death
I will wander on'

Like a Stone - Audioslave

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Sam sighed to himself, rubbing a tired hand over his eyes, and pulling one of the ear phones from his ear. He reached over and poured a cup of lukewarm water, downing it quickly before pouring another and drinking half, before setting the cup back down on the small table beside him.

A snore split all other sounds in the hospital room as the eldest Winchester snorted and tried to snuggle into the uncomfortable hospital chair he had fallen asleep in. It was a testament to just how tired the young man was that he had actually fallen asleep while Sam was in the hospital, let alone in the torture device the hospital called a chair.

Sam smiled to himself, while unconsciously rubbing his aching head, as he watched Dean, no little concern for the older man lining that smile, as he put the ear phone back in his ear and turned back to the computer on his lap.

Scrolling down the lists of references for 'Bursts of psychic energy' Sam sighed and scrubbed a weary hand over his face. It had done him no good to search the internet for the last few hours, only serving to take his mind off Dean, and to worsen his ever steady headache.

Add to that the fact that the screen had been blurring for the last little bit, little flashes of light dancing around the screen and his vision.

He minimized the search and pulled up his iTunes, looking for something that would be enough to block out Dean's snores while at the same time lull him into sleep. Placebo seemed an obvious choice and he put it on low and leaned his head back, hating that he couldn't lie on his stomach in the small hospital issue bed.

Settling for setting the computer on the small rolling table, Sam turned on his side and prayed for sleep, hoping it would take his pounding headache with it.

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Somewhere along the way he must have dozed off. When the room phone next to him rang, he jumped, groaning as the sudden movement sent spikes of pain behind his eyes. Next to him, Dean shot up out of the chair, and through his tightly squeezed eyes and the blood pounding behind his ears, he could hear Dean murmuring to whoever was on the other end of the line.

A heavy hand settled on his shoulder, squeezing when Sam turned and slit his eyes open for a brief moment to look at Dean before closing them again against the pain. The hand squeezed his shoulder again before the weight lifted and Sam felt the vibrations as Dean walked toward the door. A minute later the light shining through his lids dimmed and Sam groaned in relief, sinking back against the bed.

As he walked back towards the bed, Dean's footsteps seemed to echo through the room, vibrating shafts of pain through his already pounding brain. Sam choked back a whimper and tried to turn and curl up on his side, knowing the feel of a migraine when it hit him.

He heard Dean set the phone down in its cradle beside him and he flinched at the harsh 'click' as it dropped into place. A warm calloused hand settled on the back of his neck, the weight a comfort through the pain that seemed to want to break him.

He idly wondered what would happen if demon found out how effectively a migraine could take you down and break you apart. Would it be a new torture technique? A new weakness to wait for and exploit?

"I'm gonna call the doctor and see if he can get you something for your head." Dean whispered, obviously having figured out the severity of the pain in his head. Still the small sound seemed to scream at him, and he curled tighter, feeling nausea threaten to overpower him.

Sam had gotten migraines when he was younger; something his father had told him his mother had had since she was a child. It usually happened when he had read or studied too much, finals never being a good time of year for him. But he hadn't gotten one since Dean had picked him up from Stanford.

Exorcizing a powerful demon with you mind'll do that to yah, he guessed.

A few moments later a loud knock sounded and a loud cheery voice asked, "What can I help you with?" Sam choked on a sob and gagged. He felt Dean uncurl him a little and pull him to the side of the bed, setting a basin in front of him just before he heaved, throwing up what little he had eaten in the past few days.

Threw his gags and tears, he heard the nurses hurried footsteps as she walked quickly from the room, presumably to get a doctor. Each step and the sound of the door clicking shut seemed to stab at him. Bright yellow flashed threw his mind, bringing waves of pain with it and he heaved again, bring up nothing but bile, everything else already dispelled.

The force of the heaves worsened the pain, but he couldn't stop, it was like a never ending cycle of pain bringing heaves, bringing pain. He whimpered and curled his hand into Dean's shirt, pressing his head into the older man's stomach, seeking comfort from the familiar smell and touch.

Dean's hand settled high on the back of Sam's neck and his thumb stroked back sweaty strands at the base of his hairline. The motion was soothing, but the pain lingered over the comfort, distorting it until he didn't know whether it was helping or hurting him. He just clung harder to Dean, and the older man gently squeezed his neck.

A soft 'click' sounded as the door opened again and Sam pushed himself further into Dean with a breathless moan. Soft steps thudded as someone headed toward the other side of the bed, and a soft voice asked, "Migraine?" The voice shots daggers through him and he fought against the nausea that threatened to overflow.

Dean must have nodded because the doctor made a soft sound of affirmation and from the scratching sound he must have written something down in his chart. "History?" The voice asked softly.

"Yeah, when he was younger and through college." Sam didn't even bother to ask how Dean had known he'd had them through college, he knew his brother better than that.

The doctor scratched something else down on his chart before saying, "I'm going to prescribe a Triptan and something to help with the nausea." Soft steps echoed through his head as the doctor headed to the door, and Sam twisted the fabric in his hand harder.

Dean didn't make a sound, he only rubbed Sam's neck, letting the younger man know that he was there and he wouldn't leave. Though it did nothing to relieve the pain, it was enough for Sam.

A few moments later someone came back in the room and Sam flinched as the sound of the door and the person's footsteps sliced through him. He felt Dean's other hand settle on his shoulder and his arm was jostled. A warm feeling spread through his arm, and he figured the doctor or nurse that had came in had put whatever they had been talking to Dean about in the IV.

"There are some side effects with the Triptans…" The doctor started, but Dean cut him off before he could finish.

"Yeah, nausea, dizziness, muscle weakness, and sometimes heart attack or stroke; I know." Dean said softly, and Sam wondered how Dean had remembered that from all those years ago. He didn't push the issue, waiting instead for the drugs to kick in and give him relief from the pain that spiked through him.

The doctor left a few moments later, but Dean stayed standing there with Sam, one hand on his shoulder and the other resting on his neck. Sam kept his head to Dean's stomach, his hand wound in his shirt, keeping his brother close to him.

It took almost forty minutes, but the medication did kick in and Sam slumped into sleep in that position, feeling safe and protected by his older brother for the first time since he had gotten the older man back.

TBC

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A/N: You know, my older brother's like Dean too, an insufferable jerk at times, but he's there when I need him, so I know how Sam feels. He did come out this weekend too, and he helped me with my migraine, I just wanted to do that for Sam- heaven knows season 4 needs it.

Take care,

DS

ME. BED. NOW. (Or at least after class.)