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As Dean drove he realized how a part of him was very realived to have the powers be gone. To have the demon blood out of his brother. But the other part of it was terrified for his brother's health. Metally and physically. He was sure his brother would be pissed, when he realized he had been violated like that. And he wasn't sure how much he could protect Sam around something as common as a cold or even the flue. He normally scoffed at parents who were overprotective of their children when it came to sickness's like those, but now he's be the over protective one. He'd do everything he can to protect his baby brother. As Dean kept on glancing back at the review mirror, seeing Sam wrapped in Dean's own jacket, a bag for a pillow, the images of Sam screaming in pain, blood everywhere, made him sick but he couldn't stop replaying it over and over. Finally he had reached for the motel and carried Sam quckly to the nearest bed. It was his originally, but he didn't give a damn anymore. Hell, he'd had given his life for his brother so the bed was no big deal.

When he carried Sammy he realized how weak he really was. It really was like carrying a newborn. Quickly he wrapped his brother tightly with blankets from his bed and from Sam's. Then he placed as many pillows as he could under his head. Sam moaned, causing Dean to look at him sharply. He noticed blood appearing on one of the blankets. Frowning he took the blanekts off and tore open the shirt and saw a somewhat large gashing wound on it. He remembered Sam clutching his stomach in agony and flinched.

Damn it, did these Angels have to be so ruthless?! Quickly he grabbed the bandages from his bag and poured some medicine on it.

"This is gonna sting, Sammy," he said softly, and as if to prove him right Sam flinched as he placed the cloth on the wound and taped it too the skin. "Sorry," he added, hating to cause any kind of pain to his brother. Even if it helped him. He paced the room, now unsure of what to do. He reliezed that he should call Bobby. Bobby would want to know what had happened.

"They what?!" Bobby shouted over the phone.

"I couldn't stop Castiel, Bobby," sighed Dean. "Before I knew it, he said he tookSam's demon blood. Along with the powers that came with it. And while I hate seeing Sammy so weak," He shook his head. "I can't help but feeling glad, ya know? Glad that I don't have to worry about Sam turning evil anymore..."

"Yeah," sighed Bobby, perfectly aware of what that kind of fear had taken such a toll on Sam's brother. It exhausted him when he worried about it so he knew it exhausted Dean when he worried about it too, which was 20/7.

"Do you need any help right now?" Bobby finally decided to ask and Dean shook his head.

"Naw, I've got it. I just thought you should know."

"Thank you," Bobby said. "But if it gets any worse at all Dean..."

"Don't worry," Dean said, giving a short laugh. "I'll call."

He hung up and faced Sam, who still hadn't woken. He sat next to his baby brother and gently messaged Sam's forehead.

"I'm sorry this had to happen to you," he sighed. "Truly I am Sammy. I wish I could protect you from pain all together. But I guess I should know better that I can't." He shook his head. "No matter what I seem to do, you end up getting hurt Sammy."

He bit his lip, refusing to let a tear trickle down his cheeks as his brother nestled his head onto Dean's arms.

Dean glanced at the clock. He should get some food. He knew how important it was now for Sammy to keep up his strength. He was sure that Sam wouldn't wake, but just in case he scribbled a note and placed it where his brother could see it.

Within less than an hour, he returned. He couldn't stay away from Sam too long. He kept on having an image of some monster attacking Sammy while he was in this state, being weak and completly unable to defend himself. Quickly he got some of the food out. He got mostly soft stuff, easy to chew. The first thing he took out was canned peaches. He had remembered how Sam enjoyed those way more when they were kids than he did.

"Sammy?" He gently shook his brother. "Sammy, I'm gonna have to have you wake up."

"Wha..." Goggrily Sam half opened his eyes. Things were somewhat fuzzy, but he could make out Dean's face. "Dean?"

"You're pretty sick right now, Sammy," Dean said. He'd tell Sam about the demon blood later. "You have to keep up your strength. I need you to eat something, okay? You don't have to do much, just open your mouth. Can you do that?" Still dazed Sam nodded as Dean helped him sit up.

Than Dean sat next to Sam again and put a plastic fork into some sort of can. He opened his mouth and chewed what was put in it. Canned peaches. How long had it been, since he had those?

"Good boy," Dean said calmly as he chewed. Normally that would have gotten the response of a sharp retort from Sam of how he wasn't a dog, or a little kid, but right than and there Sam was too exhausted to complain. And besides, being cared for by his brother felt kind of good for a change. He ate most of it but Dean wouldn't let him finish all of it. He didn't want Sam to make himself sick by eating to much.

And so sighing Sam laid there as Dean checked the wound on his stomach. He was far too weak to ask where that came from. He could already feel his eyes closing and finallY Dean scooted back next to his brother. As Sam fell asleep he felt Dean's hand running through his hair as he started to sing. Something Dean hadn't done since they were children.

So softly he fell asleep, for the first time in a long time feeling completly safe. And completly unaware that he no longer had demon blood inside of him. And Dean wanted to keep that a secret, as long as possible...

Still want me to continue? I will, but only if you ask me too! :)