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Ch 4

"Whoa whoa hey, relax." His shadow quickly put his hands up in surrender. Dean lowered his weapon but his intense stare stayed on his company. Just as he tucked his gun away, a guitar riff sounded from his pocket. He pulled it out, read the ID, accepted the call, and put the phone to his ear.

"Yeah?"

"Dean! I can't find him! He's nowhere to be found in the bunker, Sam's gone!" Dean's eyes met with Sam's and locked on with an angry stare.

"Yeah Cas, I know, Thanks." He ended the call and continued to glower up at him. "Come on," he said jerking his head in the direction of his room. Once they were both inside and out of the pouring rain and sight of others, he slammed the door and whirled on his brother.

"What the fuck are you doing here Sam?!" He exploded.

"Dean-" Sam's voice sounded even more congested than it had when he had left him a day ago.

"Oh no, don't 'Dean' me and don't even start with the puppy eyes bullshit either. I have been calling you for almost a day now!"

"I know-"

"You know? So what, you couldn't be bothered to answer your damn phone and give me some peace of mind?!"

"I was driving Dean."

"So?! It's not like you don't talk and drive all the time. In case it escaped that stuffed up brain of yours, you're sick."

"I know, but-"

"Running around in the rain with a cold, no matter how minor it may be, is beyond stupid. You're smarter than this Sam."

"Yeah, you're right, I am smarter," he agreed. "I know why you didn't want me to come with you, and it's not just because I'm sick." Sam gave his brother a stern knowing look.

"What?"

"It's the Mark," his eyes softened as he approached the sensitive subject. "You're afraid you're going to have another incident where you lose yourself to it and kill again."

"Sam-"

"I know you've been trying to keep me at bay because you're afraid of what you might do to me, but I won't leave you to try and tackle this alone. You can rant and rave and huff and puff all you want, but I'm not leaving Dean."

"Why do you have to be such a stubborn jackass?" Dean scoffed.

"I learned from the best," Sam gave a sad attempt of a smile just before a mucus filled cough crept from him. He tried at first to keep it low and quiet, but it quickly grew in volume and strength. "I'm fine," Sam said feeling his brother's eyes burning into him.

"You're really not," Dean replied shaking his head in response.

"Look, it's been a long day for both of us ok. Why don't we just take the night to rest a bit?" Sam suggested.

"How did you get here so fast?" The older man asked ignoring his brother.

"I rode here on a unicorn." Dean's glare hardened. "I drove," the younger brother admitted.

"You drove?! How long have you been here?"

"Since this morning," Sam mumbled.

"This morning?! You couldn't have called then?!"

"I was interviewing the victim's mother," he explained.

Of course, the "other agent." Dean glared at his brother and then shook his head as he began to pace. His hand sliding from his head and scrubbing his face.

"Dean, come on, just-sit down and relax. You yelling and pacing the room isn't going to make me go away." The older brother stopped, but refused to sit down.

"You don't get how serious this is do you?"

"Of course I do, but-"

"No you don't, because if you did you would have fucking listened to me in the first God damn place!" Sam furrowed his brow slightly and then walked over to his older brother so that he was standing right in front of him. Gently he placed his hands on his brother's shoulders and steered him backwards until his heel hit the bed. With a bit more of a force, but not a harsh move, he shoved his brother down so that he was sitting on the mattress. Sam removed his hands from Dean's shoulders than sat himself to his brother's left, trying to hide his fatigue .

"Relax Dean," he said calmly. "Just take a few deep breaths." They sat listening to the sound of the rain hitting the window while Dean collected himself. Once Sam was convinced his brother had calmed down a bit he rose to his feet, shaking slightly and hoping it had gone unnoticed. "Good, alright, I'll go get us something to eat." Immediately, Dean was on his feet with his hand out to block his brother.

"Oh no no no. You aren't going anywhere but into bed," he instructed.

"D-"

"Bed or home, your choice." The weather was far too dangerous for Sam to go home, and Dean wouldn't have allowed that until it cleared up, but he also knew that his brother would get the hint. The younger man's shoulders sagged as he sighed and rolled his eyes dragging himself over to the second bed. "I can't say this any more plain, if I get back and you aren't either in bed or in the bathroom, I will call Cas to come get your ass and drag you back to the Bunker. Got it?" Sam sighed in response. Dean gave him one last glance, then disappeared.

When he returned to the room, he found his brother laying on his stomach under the covers, his left arm hanging over the mattress while his right was to his side. His mouth was open allowing loud breaths to escape him. Normally Dean would tease him about it, but he knew that this time it was him trying to breath from all the congestion. He set the plastic bags on the little table and pulled out one of the little to go soups he had bought. He slipped it into the microwave then returned to empty out the rest of the bag. Once the soup was done, he retrieved it, grabbed a bottle of water and quietly made his way over to his brother. He set down the food and drink on the nightstand and gently nudged him.

"Sam...Sammy, hey." Sam's eyes cracked open and he squinted over at Dean. "Sorry to wake you, but it's grub time." Sam rubbed his eyes, rolled onto his side, and slowly lifted himself into sitting position. Dean picked up the soup and held it out to his brother. "Water's right there and," he got up to grab the large bottle of Nyquil he had purchased. "Candy after you eat. Should help knock you out. Plus its grape flavored, just like you like it." A small smile spread across the younger brother's face. "Got you some for the day time too." He placed the medicine next to the water.

"Thanks." Dean gave him a pat on the shoulder then got up to grab his take out burger. He hadn't realized how hungry he actually was until he scarfed down his meal. All that worrying had worked up an appetite, but it only hit him after his concern was gone. Dean finished up his meal, tossed the garbage, and checked up on his brother. He had just finished his soup and was reaching for the Nyquil the older man had bought him. He popped the lid, peeled the sealer, poured the liquid into the cap, then tossed it back the same way he threw back whiskey. Dean cringed and made a disgusted sound as he watched. "What?" Sam asked innocently.

"Nothing," Dean shook his head.

"It's not that bad, wuss," Sam smirked.

"You just threw back that thing like it was nothing. There's something not mentally right with people who don't want to up chuck after taking medicine like that. Or at least make a 'blah' face." The younger man chuckled at his brother and rolled his eyes.

"I'm gonna try and get some sleep, you alright?"

Dean looked at him perplexed.

"You're coughing up a lung and look like you belong in a crappy B horror movie and you're asking me if I'm ok?"

"Thanks for sugar coating it," Sam shook his head. "But, yeah. Your blood pressure back to normal?"

"I'm still pissed," Dean started throwing his brother a glare "but yeah, I'm good." A flared temper usually led to an agitated and activated Mark, both brothers knew that.

"Alright, goodnight." He scooted himself down so that his head rested on his pillow and only seconds later, Dean could hear the sound of his brother trying to breath in his sleep. He finished up getting ready to turn in, then climbed into bed and turned off the light on the nightstand. Sleep found him a lot quicker than it had the previous night, and he too was out fast.

Dean woke up with another start. He lay in bed staring up at the ceiling in the dark. The dark? So he hadn't been sleeping long. The sound of someone retracting brought Dean back from his thoughts. He kicked off the covers and snatched up a new water bottle just as he heard it stop. A few seconds later the toilet flushed, a cough sounded, and the sink was on. Dean could hear a toothbrush being ran against teeth, a spit, water again, and then his brother re-emerged looking even more worn out and pale then before.

"I thought it was a cold," Dean replied handing Sam the bottle of water as he passed him. The taller man took it and made his way back to his bed.

"It is," he whispered laying himself back down.

"Last I checked a cold doesn't include praying to the porcelain Gods."

"I know. Something just must not have agreed with me."

"You mean like that nasty ass medicine you treated like a Jello shot? "

"No, something maybe I grabbed on my way over. It's fine Dean, just go back to sleep. Sorry I woke you." Sam pulled the sheet and comforter up over his shoulder and rolled over so that his back was facing his brother. Dean watched as his brother's giant body shook. Sam was definitely in no shape to be out, he needed to be home. Just within a few hours the older Winchester had seen a drastic decrease in his energy and appearance, not to mention in the way he sounded.

He returned to his own bed, listening to the weezy breaths that came from Sam followed by an occasional start of a cough. With a heavy sigh, he crept from his spot, grabbed his phone, and snuck into the bathroom. Outside would have been better but the rain still hadn't let up, if anything it seemed to be getting worse, and he wasn't interested in getting drenched. Dean scrolled through his phone until the bar rested on Cas in his contacts. He sat staring at it, then activated his number. It rang twice then the familiar gruff voice answered.

"Cas, I need you to do me a favor."

"Dean-"

"It's Sam, he's here and he's sick."

"I thought you said he was at the Bunker, that's why you needed me to get there as soon as possible."

"I know, he was. He followed me after I left. He's not good Cas, I know he's trying to be, but he's not. I need you to come get him."

"Of course," the angel sighed. "Where are you?"

"Merritt Island Florida."

"Florida?! That will take me some time Dean. I can't just teleport over there anymore."

"I know I know. But he can't stay here man. He needs to go home. Please just, make sure he gets to the Bunker and stays there," Dean whispered at the sound of his brother coughing.

"Yes, of course."

"Thanks Cas, call me when you're in town." With that Dean hung up and returned to his bed to try and get some rest He was going to need it. Once his best friend showed up to escort his little brother back to Kansas, all hell was going to break loose.