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Not long after Sam had fallen into a morphine induced slumber, Dean too feel asleep. John sat down in the chair next to Sam's bed.

Bobby and Caleb could tell how worn out their friend was. He had only slept a few hours in the last few days.

"John why don't you go back to the hotel and get some rest. You heard what the doc said, Sammy's surgery went well and now all both boys need to do is get some rest," Bobby suggested.

John looked at Sam and Dean. "I can't leave them."

"John you need sleep. The boys are out. Just go get a few hours of sleep."

John thought about it. Bobby and Caleb noticed the exact moment he resigned to the suggestion. "Fine, do you promise you will call me if either of the boys so much as twitches."

"Of course Johnny," Bobby assured.

As John got up to leave Caleb called after him, "And Johnny do us all a favor...take a shower...shave."

John glared at Caleb before realizing that he hadn't showered or shaved in days. He then nodded his head in agreement and left the room.

The dim lights in the room due to Sam's headaches and the soft snores of the two boys put Bobby and Caleb to sleep in minutes.

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Bobby was awoken two hours later when he heard moaning. He immediately looked to Sam, but saw Sam was still sleeping peacefully. He heard the moaning again and turned his attention to Dean. What he saw was not good.

Dean's face was pale, but his cheeks had a red hue to them. His face was covered in a sheen of sweat.

Bobby immediately tried to wake Dean up. "Dean...Dean...come on kid...wake up...Dean!"

Caleb woke up to Bobby yelling Dean's name. Before he could even get a chance to ask Bobby what was wrong Bobby yelled, "Go get a nurse or someone!"

Caleb ran out into the hallway.

Bobby continued to coax Dean awake. Eventually Dean's eyes blinked open with a groan of pain. "Dean, what's wrong kid...tell me what hurts."

"Bobby...Bobby...leg...hurts..."

Dean's tear-filled eyes gazed up at Bobby begging for help.

Within seconds Dr. Stilm and two nurses came running into the room.

Bobby and Caleb were asked to give the three room so they went and stood next to the unconscious Sam.

Dr. Stilm grabbed a cast saw and removed the cast. What he saw was not good. The surgical incisions had become infected. He told the nurses to get some materials along with a stronger antibiotic than Dean had previously been on.

Dr. Stilm then turned his attention to Bobby and Caleb.

"Dean developed an infection. I'm so sorry, but I have to move Dean to another room. I can't have him near Sam right now. I'm going to take him and we are going to try to clean out the incisions, stitch him again, and then try to cool him down. I'll come get you guys when he is settled in his new room."

Bobby and Caleb were panicked by the anxious tone in Dr. Stilm's voice. They were so confused. Dean had been fine for days. How did he so randomly develop an infection.

Before the two even had a chance to speak to Dean. He was wheeled out of the room on a gurney to get patched up.

Bobby and Caleb sat down next to Sam dreading explaining to Sam why he was no longer with his brother. Then Caleb remembered John. He walked outside of the hospital to give John a call. He didn't answer Caleb was hoping because he was asleep. He left a message describing Dean's drastic change in condition before returning to Sam's room.

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Meanwhile, Sam had woken up expecting to see Dean next to him. Dr. Thatcher had promised Sam that he would be with Dean when he woke up from his surgery, but he didn't see Dean anywhere. He did however see Bobby.

"Bobby..." Sam croaked out, "Where's...Dean?"

Bobby tensed when he realized Sam was awake. He looked at the frail boy with pain-filled eyes.

"Sammy...Dean...he developed an infection...but I promise they are taking good care of him..."

Sam's eyes filled with tears. Dean wasn't here. "I didn't...take good...enough...care of him..." Sam whispered.

Bobby understood what Sam was thinking. He was blaming himself. He distinctly remembered the phone call he had had with Sam. After the earthquake Sam had wanted so badly to take care of his brother. Now Sam is blaming himself for not taking good enough care of his brother.

"No Sammy...you took great care of Dean...Sam infections happen...I promise you Dean will be fine...I promise you...if it wasn't for you Dean wouldn't even be alive...you did good Sammy."

Sam blinked and two tears trailed down his cheeks. "But...he's not here...I need him...I need him..." Bobby's heart broke as Sam began to sob. He knew Sam was scared. The kid had been through an earthquake, almost died, and now his brother, his protector, was not there.

Bobby sat on the bed next to Sam while Sam cried himself to sleep begging for Dean.

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When Caleb returned to the room, he noticed Sam's sleep was no longer peaceful. The kid was mumbling to himself and had tear tracks etched onto his cheeks.

Bobby turned to Caleb with grief-filled eyes and explained what happened.

Caleb and Bobby then sat next to Sam hoping Sam would stay strong, Dean would get better, and John would return soon.

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~Sam's dream

Sam was back in the apartment they had been staying in when the earthquake hit.

Dean was on the other side of the room from him. Suddenly the ground began to shake. Sam felt something fall on top of him and slice into his back.

Once the shaking stopped Sam tried to get out from under the fallen object but realized he could not. Then he heard a voice from the other side of the room.

"Sammy..."

"Dean!" Sam yelled.

"Sam...I need you...I need help..."

Dean's voice sounded like he was gurgling water. Sam felt the pit in his stomach telling him if he did not get to Dean soon...he knew Dean was dying.

"Sammy...please," Dean choked out.

"Dean I'm stuck," Sam yelled.

Sam cringed as he heard Dean sobbing as he continued to choke on blood. "Please...Sammy...I don't wanna...die...'lone," Dean begged.

"Dean, no don't you die on me...help will come..." Sam yelled.

"Sammy please..." Dean sobbed once more.

Sam continued to try to pull himself out from under the dresser. "Please hold on Dean...Please fight Dean...I'm trying to get to you..." Sam begged.

"Can't Sammy...I...love...you...'ammy..." Dean whispered before he went completely silent.

Sam felt his world shatter. His big brother had just died. He knew it. He could just feel it.

Sam began to scream for his brother. Pure heart-wrenching screams of pain for the loss of the most important person in the world to him.

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Back in Sam's hospital room, Bobby and Caleb shot up in surprise when Sam began screaming Dean's name, while his whole body began shaking.

Caleb ran out in the hall to get help when the two could not calm Sam down.

"Sammy...snap...out of it!" Bobby continued yelling to Sam.

Sam continued to have a fit on the bed as his arms and legs began swinging around frantically as he screamed Dean's name.

Then Bobby felt his heart drop as he saw something red began pooling on Sam's bed.

Before he could react he was escorted aside by doctors and nurses who had filled the room to calm Sam down.

Eventually the screaming and the kicking stopped when Dr. Thatcher managed to inject a sedative into Sam's IV. She felt her heart drop when she spotted the blood on Sam's bed.

"Damn it! He popped his stitches. We need to get him up to the OR now!" She began yelling orders out while Bobby and Caleb stood by in shock.

How had everything gone straight to hell so fast.

Sam was wheeled out of the room hastily, leaving Bobby and Caleb with no idea how to explain to John Winchester what happened to his boys.

They were given no time at all to think about it as John came running into Sam and Dean's room mere seconds later.

"Where the hell are my boys!"

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