I couldn't leave you all hanging with a cliffhanger for two long. Here's the next chapter :)

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John looked at the doctor inquisitively when he spotted her standing there.

Dr. Thatcher spoke up, "Sorry John when you fell asleep," Dr. Thatcher did not miss the fleeting look of guilt that quickly passed through John's features, "Sam's nurses and I have been taking turns sitting with him. I wanted constant monitoring of Sam's condition just in case he quickly took a turn for the worse we could do something about it."

John nodded his head at the doctor. "Thank you." He then looked down. "I can't believe I fell asleep," John mumbled.

The doctor heard the exhausted father's words. "John, you are completely exhausted. You needed to sleep."

John looked up at her. "Yeah but Sam could have died while I was sleeping."

"But, he did not John. If anything I'd say his heart rate has somewhat improved. Despite the infection I'd say the transfusions are definitely supplying his body with the much needed blood supply."

John looked at the doctor with hope in his eyes. "I noticed his blood pressure looks better on the monitor. That wasn't a trick?" John asked hopefully.

"Uh-oh," thought Dr. Thatcher. She really did not want John to be given false hope. Sam's fever was still dangerously high, and that enough was a bad sign.

"John I really don't want you to have the wrong idea. Sam is still very sick. Although his blood pressure is improving, the infection is still ravaging his body. That itself is what I am still incredibly concerned about."

John looked the doctor in the eyes. "But the raised blood pressure is a good sign. Even if there is a little bit of hope now, that's still hope."

The doctor nodded a yes to John. "Yes, Sam is proving he is quite the little fighter."

John let a small smile grace his lips as he looked down at his little boy. Sam was deathly pale with a red hue adorning his cheeks, he was still covered in a sheen of sweat, and his body was still extremely hot, but the fact that his blood pressure was improving offered John some much needed hope.

John hugged Sam closer to him and began whispering encouraging words to his son. Dr. Thatcher quietly exited the room to give the father and son some time.

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Out in the hallway a nurse approached Dr. Thatcher.

"Doctor, Sam's brother Dean's doctor called up here. Apparently Dean is refusing to take his pain medications after he woke up because he wants to be alert for Sam's sake. The doctor said that Dean has to be in agony. He was hoping Mr. Winchester could come down and talk some sense into the kid."

Dr. Thatcher peeked through the window in at John Winchester who with a smile was whispering to the deathly ill Sam Winchester.

"Look, tell Dean's doctor that I will send John down in twenty minutes. Sam really needs his father's words right now. And tell him to send one of Sam's uncles up here. I don't want Sam alone ever."

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Bobby was sitting next to Dean on his bed. Caleb had left to go upstairs to watch over Sam for John. Bobby was hoping John could talk some sense into Dean's stubborn ass head.

A moan of pain brought Bobby's attention back to Dean. "Dean take the damn pain medication."

"No...can't...if Sammy...if he...I need to be alert...I need to be here for him," Dean said through clenched teeth.

Bobby's heart broke for the kid as Dean looked at him with tear-filled eyes. Bobby knew the tears were a mix of agonizing pain and a mix of the thought of losing Sam.

"Son," a new voice spoke from the doorway to Dean's room.

"Dad," Dean said as he spotted his father, "How's Sammy?" he asked apprehensively.

John walked over and sat on the the bed next to Dean. Bobby got up and sat in the chair in the corner of the room to offer the father and son a moment together.

"Dean, Sam's blood pressure is up, but his fever is still dangerously high, and nothing seems to be working. The doctor said we need to be prepared for the worst, but...I'm not preparing for the worst...His blood pressure did improve...we just have to..."

Dean looked up at his father, "We just have to hope the infection and fever follow suit Dad," Dean whispered.

"Exactly, now Dean why are you torturing yourself, just take the damn pain medication."

"I can't dad," Dean whispered as he looked down at his hands.

"Dean what would Sam say to you if he knew you were torturing himself."

"He would tell me I'm an idiot and a jerk," the word jerk brought a tiny small to Dean's face.

"Yeah, so why won't you just take it. Your not going to heal if you can't relax and rest because you're sitting here in agony."

"Dad, when Bobby and Caleb filled me in on what was going on with Sam...I completely lost it...I ended up falling asleep...and...what if...what if"

John knew what Dean was thinking because he had felt the same way. "What if Sam had died while you were sleeping?"

Dean solemnly nodded his head yes.

"Oh Dean, Sam is still alive and that is all that matters. Don't feel guilty. You are hurt too, you both were injured by that damn earthquake. You aren't Superman..."

"Yeah, but Sam he needed me..."

"Dean Sam knows you always have his back...he knows...so please stop torturing yourself...take the damn pain medication."

"Fine," Dean agreed.

Bobby went out to get Dean's doctor who instantly returned and handed Dean his pain medication. Dean swallowed and within minutes had fallen into a deep slumber.

John had planned on going back to Sam's room when Caleb appeared at the door to Dean's room.

"What the hell are you doing here Caleb? Is Sammy okay?" John asked anxiously.

"They took Sam for a few tests." Caleb then smiled. "John his heart rate is picking up and his temperature has fallen a bit."

John and Bobby stared at Caleb eyes wide. "Wait do you mean the infection...maybe?..." John asked hopefully.

"The antibiotics may finally be working John," Caleb responded.

John instantly leaned down into Dean's ear and whispered, "Dean Sam took a small turn for the better kid, his temperature is down a bit."

John could not tell if what he saw next was real or if he was just completely sleep deprived, but he could swear Dean smiled a bit at the words.

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Two hours later, the three men sitting by Dean were becoming very anxious. There had been no word on Sam for two hours and the nurses could not get any information.

The three men were brought out of their thoughts when Dean began stirring and his eyes sluggishly blinked open.

"Hey son how are you feeling?"

"Uh...okay Dad...leg hurts a little...but not as bad as before...uh dad...how's Sammy?"

John opened his mouth to respond when another person entered the room.

The four looked to see one of Dean's nurses in the doorway.

"Mr. Winchester, you need to come quick, it's Sam,"

John felt his heart drop. Last time he had to come quick he was told Sam was dying.

"No...no no no no no no," John felt his heart stop beating.

The nurse immediately froze realizing the four had all taken her words the wrong way. With a smile on her face she said, "No Mr. Winchester, Sam is awake, and he's asking for you."

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Oh he's awake! Please review:)