JESS

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Supernatural. They belong to Kripke. This is done strictly for fun, not profit. Also, if anything seems familiar, I don't own it.

A/N: Okay, so here's the first chapter. New drawing board, or…writing board I guess. Whatever. Hope you like it.

Spoilers: Season 1. So if you haven't seen Season 1…I guess most people have seen Season 1 by now.

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THEN:

Dean closed the phone with a small snap, and as if that little noise had opened up his senses, he then became aware of the labored breathing coming from Sam's bed.

Dean's heart began to race and he quickly reached to turn on the lamp. He blinked furiously as the bright light blinded him momentarily and then he was trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

Sam was twisted into a fetal position facing Dean's bed, his arms and legs tucked into his torso as tightly as they could go with the bedding tangled around his body. If Dean had seen him from across the room he might have thought he was asleep, but then Dean saw his face and the pure look of fear in his eyes.

"Sam?" he asked in confusion and worry.

NOW:

Sam just looked at him as he struggled to breathe. "Oh God, Sam?" Dean was off his bed and kneeling beside Sam in a heartbeat's time. Sam's eyes tracked him and Dean could see a small tear escape from his eyes. "Sam, what's wrong?" Dean asked as he ran his hand through his little brother's hair. He quickly pulled away at the heat radiating off his little brother's body. "God, you're burning up."

Sam just looked at him and it was starting to unnerve Dean that he wasn't saying anything.

Dean quickly moved to find the thermometer in their bags throwing things left and right until he found it between the ace bandages and some of his clothes. He quickly put it in his brother's ear and waited for it to beep. "Don't worry, Sammy. You'll be okay," he said reassuringly not really sure who he was trying to convince.

When it beeped Dean looked at the read out and almost dropped the thermometer. "Shit, Sam." It read 103.5. "We need to get you cooled down."

Dean leaned down to pull the covers from his brother's body and grunted with the effort to pull them from where they had gotten wrapped around him. "Ugh, what the hell?" He tugged a little harder but only succeeded in hearing the stitches tear slightly in the sheet. He then tried to move his brother's arm off of the bedding and found that he couldn't even budge it. He frowned in concern as he tried again. "Sam?" he asked with a slight waver in his voice not sure what to do.

He put a hand on Sam's shoulder and could feel the muscles bunched beneath the surface like wire cables. He then tried to turn him over so he could pick him up and found that harder than usual. He gasped and pulled away in fright as Sam's whole body finally moved as one thing. It was like his brother was frozen stiff. Dean stood there in shock trying to wrap his mind around what was happening. He finally looked at Sam's big expressive eyes and could see him staring at him as if begging Dean to figure this out.

"Sam can you hear me?" he asked hesitantly hoping that it wasn't as bad as it looked.

Sam blinked and Dean sighed slightly as he kneeled so he could look Sam straight in the eye.

"Sam what happened? Did something do this to you? Blink once for yes, two for no."

Sam blinked once.

"Can you move?" Dean asked. Please, don't say no.

Two blinks.

Dean cursed slightly under his breath. "Damn it! Okay, Sam, I'm gonna have to get you cooled down. You've got a really high temperature. I'm gonna try and get you to the bathroom okay?"

One blink.

Dean nodded once and then tried to prepare himself for what he was going to have to do. Okay, no sweat. Just have to carry him into the bathroom. It's not like you haven't done this before. Except he was he was maybe about a foot shorter, and about forty pounds lighter, and oh forgot to mention not as stiff as a board. But no sweat. Dean tried to lift Sam from the bed but only succeeded in almost dropping him off the edge of the bed. He was too heavy and as stiff as he was Dean couldn't get a good grip on him. Dean tried several more times before finally giving up, with a slight growl of frustration.

"Damnit!" he shouted and pounded his fist against the bed. He stood there for a moment looking down at Sam's still form before storming off towards the bathroom cursing under his breath. He soon returned with a wet washcloth and placed it on Sam's forehead.

Sam closed his eyes momentarily against the coolness of the cloth and then stared up into his brother's eyes again waiting for what Dean would do next. Dean could fix this. He would know what to do.

Dean took out the thermometer again and took his temperature. When it beeped Dean looked at it and the color drained from his face. "Sam, I need to get you to a hospital."

Sam blinked twice as he struggled to take a breath. No! It seemed like it was taking a lot of effort just to get the little bit of air that wheezed in and out of Sam's lungs and Dean's worry increased even more.

"Sam, I know you don't want to go to the hospital, but I don't know what to do." His voice broke slightly with this confession. He hated not being able to make things right for his little brother. "You're temperature's 103.6 and rising. I've got to get it down and the shape you're in…Sam, please." Dean wiped the cool cloth along his brother's sweaty neck and forehead as he waited for an answer.

Sam just stared at him for a moment longer and then blinked once. Okay.

Dean didn't hesitate, but picked up his phone and dialed 911.

"911. What is your emergency?" A young woman's voice asked on the other end.

"I need an ambulance. My brother's really sick."

"How sick is he?"

"He's got a temperature of 103.6 and rising and he's having trouble breathing."

"What's your location?"

Dean gave his location and waited for a moment for her to confirm the address.

"How long has he been sick?" she asked trying to get as much information as possible.

Dean looked at Sam with worry in his eyes. "I don't know. I just woke up and found him like this. Please, just hurry." He then hung up not wanting to wait on the phone any longer. He needed to ask Sam what had happened. "It's okay, Sammy. Help is on the way. Sam…I need to know. You said something did this to you?"

One blink.

"Do you know what?"

Three blinks. Maybe?

Dean cringed at how harsh his brother's breathing was becoming and cursed silently as he went to rewet the washcloth. "Can you tell me what it was?" Dean could have kicked himself after he said it knowing that Sam couldn't speak.

Sam just looked at him trying to figure out how to tell his brother what he had seen.

Dean searched the room with his eyes hoping something would come to him. Suddenly an idea came. "Morse code. Could you blink your answer?" He looked hopefully at Sam as he blinked once. "Okay." He stared at his brother as he began to blink his answer. "D-R-E-A-M. You had a dream?"

One blink.

"Was it a vision?"

Two blinks. "Then what?"

Sam blinked again.

"Old…woman? You dreamt about an old woman? Do you know what she wanted?"

One blink. Sam was struggling even harder to breathe his breaths nothing more than small wheezing pants now, and Dean hated having to ask his brother these questions but he needed to know. Sam blinked some more and Dean could tell it was getting harder and harder for him to do even that.

"M……E…Me. She said she wants you? Why? Did she say why she wants you?"

Sam blinked once and struggled to open his eyes again and then blinked once more. This time his eyes staying closed even longer.

"Sam? Sammy can you hear me? Sam!" Dean placed a hand on his brothers shoulder wishing that there was something more that he could do.

Sam struggled to open his eyes and only succeeded in getting them to half mast.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief. "It's okay, Sam. You did good. The ambulance should be here any minute. You just hang on little brother. I'll fix this somehow." As if his words had been heard, Dean could hear a siren in the background coming closer and he breathed a slight sigh of relief. He quickly looked around for his clothes and shoes wanting to be ready so he wouldn't have to leave his brother alone for a single minute.

Soon there was a knock and Dean opened the door quickly motioning for the two men to hurry. "Please, my brother's sick. He needs help."

The paramedics came in and quickly went over to Sam. Dean hovered close by trying to keep out of the paramedics' way, but close enough to be there if Sam needed him.

"Do you know what happened?" One of them asked Dean as they started to assess the situation.

"I don't know. I just woke up and found him like this. He's got a really high fever," Dean said as he bounced slightly on his toes urging them to hurry.

"Sir, can you hear me? What's your name?" One of them shined a light into Sam's eyes as they waited for a response.

"Pupils are equal and responding to light. Sir, can you tell us your name?"

Dean finally spoke up. "His name is, Sam. He hasn't said anything since I found him."

One of the paramedics nodded as he took Sam's temperature. "Jesus. Dan, we gotta get this kid outta here. His temp's 103.8."

Dan nodded and headed out to the ambulance to get the backboard.

The other paramedic, Jerry, tried to untangle the sheets from around Sam's body and grunted as he found he couldn't budge them. He tugged slightly at Sam's arm where it was wound within the bedspread and frowned. "What the hell? Has he moved at all since you found him?"

Dean just shook his head. He didn't know what to say because even he didn't know what had caused this.

Dan came back in with the stretcher and Jerry looked up at him. "We may have a problem. This kid's muscles are locked up tighter than Fort Knoxx. I can't even get the covers unwound from him."

Dan frowned. "What?" He came over to the bed and tried to move Sam's arm only succeeding in sliding his body slightly farther down the bed. He placed a hand on his shoulder and his eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "Damn, this kid is wound up tight. I guess we'll have to move him as is. Why don't you see if you can get a line started and I'll call in the details."

Jerry nodded and tried to figure out where to put the I.V. The kid's position was definitely going to be a problem. He finally decided on the back of the hand and got a line started. He took his pulse and O2 readings.

Dan finally returned while Jerry was finishing up. "Okay, they just said to get him there as quickly as possible. Now, how do you want to do this?"

Jerry just shrugged. "I guess put the backboard under him and lift him that way?"

They struggled to get the board under Sam fighting with the blankets and the way he was curled into a ball. They continued to talk to him the whole time telling him what they were doing since they knew he was awake. After strapping him down the best they could they lifted him off the bed and onto the stretcher.

"Okay. Let's get him outta here. Sir, do you want to follow us there?"

Dean just nodded and grabbed his keys ready to go.

They finished loading Sam into the ambulance and took out with sirens wailing as the Impala followed close behind.

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A/N: Okay, so I thought I would leave you without TOO much of a cliffhanger this time. Hope you liked this new chapter. Let me know by pressing the little button and sending me a review. By the way thank you all for the reviews on the first chapter. I will be responding back to personally before too long. Also, if anyone wants to take a wild stab at what might be wrong with Sam give me a buzz. I'll give you a hint…it is something to do with the supernatural world and not just some sickness. Okay, so, until next time. Thanks for reading.