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For the next day or so Sam mostly slept. Dean sat by his side, never taking his arm away from his brother's body. Always holding it tight. Finally He decided to get more groceries, as well as gas for the car. Not to mention staying cooped up was driving him sort of crazy. Quickly he scribbled a note for Sammy and placed it next to his brother's pillow as he left, swearing he'd be back in a couple of hours, and that it wouldn't hurt to grab a beer from the bar on the way back.

Sam's eyes fluttered open a couple of hours later. It was dusk outside. He blinked, while looking around groggily.

"Dean?" He glanced around the room. He stared at the note, still blinking. Dean had promised he'd be back soon, but he had no idea when Dean had left. He sniffed himself and grimaced. He knew he smelled. He just wanted to confirm it. A shower would do wonders for him. He glanced at the bathroom. Could he do it? He suddenly scoffed at that. Could he do it? What? Now he had to have his brother help him take a shower too? That settled it. Quickly he tossed the sheets and stood up. His knees buckled but he didn't. fall. He took tiny steps forward. This time he did fall, but he caught the nightstand With shaking legs he used the stand, the bed, and the wall as support as he managed to wobble over to the bathroom. He was still determined to do this.

Holding onto the sink for support he managed to undress himself, despite the fact that his arms felt more heavy than they ever felt before. And he turned on the water. Not seeing the bar of soap he stepped inside slowly, but slipped; hitting his head against the side as he fell...

Not too long Dean hurried inside with his bags of groceries and some movies he had gotten. He felt guilty for being so long, but it felt good to talk to other people at the bar, to shoot some pool. He needed to release some of the tension. He frowned when he didn't see Sam laying on the bed.

"Sam?" Worry trickled inside his voice. "Sammy?!"

He heard water running from the bathroom. Dropping the bags on the floor he ran and pushed open the door.

"Sammy?" He looked inside and his eyes widened in utter horror as he saw his brother laying in the bathtub, blood dripping from his face and water being splashed on it.

"Sam!" Quickly he turned off the water and grabbed a towel which he laid on the floor. Than he dragged his brother out of it. "Sammy?"

Sam shivered, but that was enough to let him know he was alive.

"It's okay, Sammy," sighed Dean, as if trying to reassure himself. "It's okay, I've got you. I've got you."

Where did those words sound familiar? Oh right, when Sam was dying in his arms. He refused to think of that though. That was not going to happen again. He knew he had to get his brother warm, though, and fast. Quickly he grabbed as many towels as he could and wrapped Sam up in them. Than he picked up his brother and raced him to the bed. Sam moaned, but that was the only interaction he got with him.

He than went back and grabbed his clothes. Quickly he put them on his brother as Sam laid there on the bed, still shivering. He added an exta sweater on top of that and wrapped the blankets tightly around his body. It looked like Sam was in a sleeping bag by the time he was done.

Still shaking Dean felt Sam's forehead. A fever. Damn it! Cursing he put the thermoniter into Sam's mouth. It was 102 degrees. That was hight, but not as high as Dean was dreading. He could work with that. Quickly he started to rub the legs of his brother as he tried to get some of the warm back into him and bring down the temeperature. Than he remembered the head wound. Cursing yet again he checked it out. It was just a bad bumb that looked worse than it was. Relieved he bandaged it and went back to rubbing Sam's legs. His body never stopped shaking. If only he wasn't so selfish, he thought. If only he had went to the store and straight home. While he was playing pool and laughing it up Sam was probably laying in the shower, shivering from the cold, and waiting for his big brother to come and help him.

"I'm sorry, Sammy," he whispered as he glanced at his sleeping brother. "I'm so sorry."

And with that he continued to try and get Sam's temperature down while swearing never to leave his brother's side again.....

To Be Continued

Kind of short, but hey a lot of Sam and Dean angst right? And it was a fast update so please, despite the shortness-still review!