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Dean continued to sit with Sam throughout the night. Every time he felt his eyes grow heavy, he forced them open. He wasn't going to let Sam out of his sight. Ruby had come by, wanting to help. He made her leave. He didn't want to deal with a demon any time soon. And Sam needed his rest. He didn't need company. Peacefully Sam slept, still feeling stranger by the minute. He felt his strength deflating from his body as the night passed. He hated feeling so weak, yet he couldn't do anything about it.

Finally he woke as the sun bathed him when it became dawn. He felt his brother's body still next to him.

"Dean?" He asked groggily as he tried to sit up.

"Sammy?" Dean asked sharply. "Whoa, easy there tiger, don't sit up too fast."

"What happened to me?"

Dean was surprised and relieved to see that Sam was still able to talk. Castiel reminded him that Sam would be like a newborn, which got him wondering how much Sam had lost when the demon blood vanished from his veins. Could he still walk?

"You were wounded on a hunt," Dean lied. He didn't want to stress Sam out right than and there about the Angels taking his powers from him. "You caught an infection. It made you pretty sick. You still are...sick."

Sam nodded, still exhausted.

"You hungry?"Dean asked suddenly, while standing. It was than that Sam realized that he was. He nodded again.

"I'll make you some oatmeal," Dean decided. "You like oatmeal, right?"

Still too tired to protest Sam nodded. It was a good thing he did. It was a good thing that their motel at a microwave. Quickly he heated up some already store made oatmeal. Sam realized that he had to use the restroom, something he hadn't done in a while. Flushing, than, he realized he already did. He couldn't control his own bladder anymore. Humilation crept up inside of him. How sick was he?

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy?" Dean asked, forcing his voice to remain cheerful and worry free.

"I think...I had an accident." Sam's voice sounded so much like a young sick kid right than and there it startled Dean. But he quickly collected himself as he turned around and walked over to Sam's bed calmly. He lifted the sheets. Sure enough Sam's pants and the bedsheat underneath was soaking.

"I'm sorry," Sam said in a shaking voice. Tears were formed in his eyes as he continued to think of the humiliation of wetting himself, like a little kid.

"It's fine, Sammy," Dean said quickly. "Here, let's just you into a new pants and change the sheets-right?"

He stood Sam up and Sam wobbled as he took up the pants. Sam's face flushed bright red. He couldn't even undress himself. How pathetic was he? Dean quickly helped take off his boxers and wiped the mess up with a towel as quickly as he could, knowing how embarrassing this must be for his brother. Finally he helped change Sam's boxers and shorts and gently let him to the nearest chair while he took off the sheets and replaced them with the sheets from the other bed.

"Where are you going to sleep then?" Sam asked glumly and Dean looked up.

"What?"

"Where are you going to sleep?" He nodded to the now empty bed.

"Oh, I don't need much sleep," scofffed Dean. "If I need to lay down, I'll sleep next to you. It'll be like camping out."

He smiled as he spoke. He had been planning on staying next to Sam anyway. Sam was too tired to agrue, but he hated taking his brother's sheets. Finally the oatmeal was done and just like with the canned peaches Dean sat with Sam and spoonfed him.

While it felt like carrying a newborn when he carried Sam, Sam really did feel like a newborn. He hated being so weak, so helpless. So...pathetic. But he bit back any of those remarks. He didn't have the strength to start a fight of any kind. So silently and sullenly he allowed Dean to feed him until he was full. Than Dean gave him a drink of milk and some orange juice before gently pushing Sam back down on the bed. N

Normally Sam would have snapped, saying that Dean wasn't the boss of him, but all of this-just even cleaning himself up-exhuasted him. So finally he nestled once more into Dean's arms and Dean sighed in relief as he heard the gentle snoring of his brother and wondered how long they could keep up this routine without Sammy getting seriously hurt or seriously sick...

To Be Continued.....