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Previously on Supernatural-"What's going on Uncle Bobby? What's wrong with Sammy?" Dean cried staring at his still as a statue little brother.

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Dean was officially freaking out. He had spent the entire morning trying every trick he knew to get his little brother to say something or at least move but nothing had worked. Sammy stayed silent and still on the couch. No amount of poking and prodding by Dean and Bobby had worked. Bribes and promises also failed to produce the desired result. Uncle Bobby threatening punishment had gotten a flinch from Sammy but nothing else. Even Dean's sure fire method of getting Sammy up and moving, tickling, garnered no reaction from the littlest Winchester. The only time Sam had moved was to walk to the bathroom and back.

Out of ideas and getting more worried by the second Dean paced around the room. He really wished Nurse Vonnie wasn't away at that conference. He knew she'd have Sammy laughing and talking again in no time. Racking his brain for a way to get through to Sammy and coming up empty handed Dean decided it was time to call in reinforcements. "Uncle Bobby, I'm gonna call dad." He announced hurrying over to the phone. "He'll know what to do."

"Let's not bother your dad just yet Dean. I've got a few more things we can try first." Bobby insisted taking the phone out of the boy's hand. "Besides, your dad's in the middle of a hunt. He probably isn't even in his room right now."

"But Uncle Bobby!" Dean protested. "Sammy needs dad's help!"

"Listen Dean; give me a little more time to figure this out. I promise if nothing I try works, we'll call your dad at lunchtime. Okay?" Bobby asked.

"I guess so" Dean reluctantly agreed. "But if Sammy's not talking by twelve o'clock, we're getting a hold of my dad."

"Deal" Bobby replied patting the boy on the back. Walking over to the middle of the room he stood in front of the coffee table. After winking at Dean Bobby rubbed his chin in thought before announcing, "Dean, I think we need to take Sammy to the doctor. He must be really sick as quiet as he is."

"Yeah, I bet a doctor will give him a shot to make him better." Dean added playing along. "This is sure to work" he thought as he watched his uncle go over to the couch. Knowing his little brother's fear of doctors and shots Dean grinned waiting for Sammy to come to life, screaming and fighting not to go. That smile fell as Sam quietly allowed Bobby to pick him up not struggling in the least.

"Come on kiddo, what's going on with you?" Bobby asked as he sat down on the couch with Sammy in his lap. Pulling the little boy against his chest he began rubbing Sam's back. "Come on Sammy, talk to me."

Hearing Aaron cry Dean walked over to the blanket on the floor and scooped the baby up. Smelling the problem immediately he swiftly took Aaron over to his uncle. "Here Uncle Bobby, Aaron needs a clean diaper fast!" Dean said waving a hand in front of his nose.

"Alright Dean" Bobby sighed. Taking the baby he started for the hallway. "Watch your brother for me."

Spotting Sammy's tablet on the table Dean grabbed it and jumped on the couch beside his little brother. "Hey Sammy, you wanna practice writing your name?" he asked putting the tablet in Sam's lap. "I'll help." Snatching a beginner's pencil off the table Dean put it in his brother's hand only for Sammy to let it drop to the floor. "Okay so you don't want to write, huh? Well, how about we…" The ringing of the telephone drowned out the rest of Dean's sentence. Sighing he walked over and picked up the phone. "Singer Salvage" he answered.

"Dean? What the hell are you doing answering the phone?" John growled.

"Dad! Man, am I glad to hear your voice." Dean hollered into the phone. "There's something wrong with Sammy, dad. He's just sitting on the couch. He won't talk or eat or move or nothing. Uncle Bobby and I have tried everything we can think of even tickling him but Sammy still doesn't move and I don't know what else to try and I wanted to call your earlier but Uncle Bobby said…"

"Dean, stop!" John ordered. "Take a breath and calm down sport. Now how long has Sammy been like this?"

"Since he woke up this morning" Dean replied.

"Did anything happen last night? He get in trouble or something?" John questioned.

"No sir. He couldn't find Spot last night but I brought Wolf inside so Sammy could sleep. And we found Spot this morning. Aaron had him." Dean informed his dad.

"Let me talk to him Dean" John instructed.

"Okay" Dean said taking the phone over to the couch. He held the receiver up to his little brother's ear and listened as his dad talked to Sammy. After a few minutes of no response, Dean took the phone back. "See dad."

"Tell Bobby I'm on my way." John told his eldest as he quickly started throwing things in his bag. "Stay with your brother till I get there, okay?"

"Yes sir" Dean replied with a smile. Hanging up the phone he raced over to the couch. "Did you hear that, Sammy? Dad's coming home!"

AN- Just wanted to let y'all know that I'm going on vacation Sunday and won't be back till late Saturday night. I'll try to update both stories one more time before I go.