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A special thank you to LilyBolt and miXiZ as always for your constant support and interest in my writing as well as your friendship.

Ch 2

Ten minutes later, Dean returned to the Quarantine zone carrying a tray containing a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup, a glass of water, a box of Kleenex, and what appeared to be almost if not every bottle of medication in the bunker. He balanced it with his right hand and knee, while managing to open Sam's door with his left.

"Room service," he chimed as he approached the bed. Sam gave him an unamused glare as Dean placed the tray down so that his brother's covered legs were stuck where they were between the tray. "There you go. Some soup for the soul, liquids, snot rags or whatever you decide to use them for, and...well...this should take care of any of your medical needs." Dean looked around at each item on the tray. "Oh! Almost forgot." He snapped his fingers and left Sam's room, reappearing with the younger Winchester's laptop in hand. "There you go." He plopped the machine down on the other side of the bed and grinned. "That should take care of everything. Cas will be by as soon as he can to check up on you, make sure you don't need anything else. If you were planning on watching any porn, I'd do it before he gets here. Unless you want him to join," the older man teased with a chuckle at his own joke. The younger brother continued to stare daggers at his sibling. Dean looked over everything again then to Sam. "Ok, that settles that. I'll call and check up when I can. I need that address."

"Thirty two." His voice had been so low and raspy that had it not been quiet, Dean would have missed it.

"What?"

Sam swallowed and the older brother could see that that was no easy task for him. "I am thirty two damn years old," he replied his voice still dangerously low and shaky.

"Sam-"

"Stop treating me like I'm three Dean."

"You always were a drama queen when you were sick," Dean responded. "I'm tired of this tune Sammy, change it up."

"Maybe you wouldn't have to hear it if you just stopped," Sam countered. The brothers glared at each other, each trying to make the other back down and see reason. "Eat your soup before it gets cold. I'll call you when I'm in Florida, see you in a couple days," Dean said as he made his way back to the door.

"You're unbelievable," Sam growled, eyes still on his big brother.

"Take care Sammy."

The moment Dean turned down the street and the bunker was nowhere in sight, Dean let out a breath. It was getting harder and harder to put on a front for Sam. His little brother had brought it to his attention multiple times that he knew Dean better than anyone. The Mark was getting worse, he knew that and he knew that his brain of a little brother knew that too. However just because he knew, didn't mean Dean wanted Sam to be exposed to it. He hated that look that would inhabit his sibling's eyes when he looked at him. That look someone gives to their pet when they know that the only way they can help end their suffering, is by putting them down. It was a look he had been receiving more and more from his brother and now even his best friend was doing it. Dean couldn't be around that, he couldn't stand it. He was never one that should be looked down as a means of weakness or helplessness. Because the older Winchester was far from weak or helpless, he could take care of himself. Hell, he had been watching out for not only himself, but his baby brother since he was four and Sam just six months old. He was the one that watches over and protects. Dean normally loved the company of his brother, but things were changing. Sam could take care of himself, Dean knew that. He was smart and well trained and he has proven himself countless times, but it was best that Dean went alone. Especially with him being sick. Better to be bedridden for a couple days then a couple weeks, or worse. Bonus it keeps him out of harms way, and that included from Dean himself.

"You're unbelievable." Sam's last words to his sibling before he had closed his door.

"It's for your own good Sammy," Dean said to the empty passenger seat.

A/n: Sorry, I know this chapter is a little short. I hope it was still a good one.