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"Bobby? It's Dean. You said to call if things got worse." Dean cleared his thorat as he spoke.
"Yeah, what happened?" Worry filled Bobby's voice.
Dean told him about the shower.
"Ah, damn it!" Bobby cursed. "All right, I'm coming right over."
Dean nodded, still shaking. The fever hadn't broken. It was now 101. It went down, but not down enough. And he was more worried about the head wound than he was in the begining. He remembered Castiel saying how vulnerable he would be to different things. Did he have some sort of head wound now? Brain damage? Should he go to the hospital? But how would he explain his weakness? How sick he was? And besides, they might take him away. No. He shook his head. No, he couldn't do it. It was too risky, especially with both of them still being wanted and all.
"Dean?" Bobby knocked on the door. He opened it.
"You arrived quicker than I thought you would," Dean said in honest surprisement.
"Yeah, well I had a reason to rush," Bobby said, nodding to Sam. Dean nodded in understandment.
"I don't know what to do, Bobby," he said, his voice shaking as Bobby knelt before the sleeping young man. "What if he has brain damage? But I can't take him to the hospital because of...well how would I explain his illness? Not to mention both of us are wanted by the cops. What if they seperated us?" He was finally able to tell his thoughts outloud and Bobby raised his hands.
"Whoa, easy there sport," he said gently. "Don't get too carried away. As it just so happens I know a fellow hunter who's also a doctor. His name is Tom Russel. I'll call him up. Don't worry, we can trust him. And I can tell him what happened to Sam here."
Slowly, taking a deep breath, Dean nodded. Bobby called up his friend. He wasn't home, so he left a message.
"Bobby," said Dean as he sat next to his brother, taking Sam's hand and squeezing it tightly.
"Yeah?"
"I'm scared."
He let that confession slide off his tongue easier than he thought he would.
Bobby sighed, knowing how hard that was to admit and nodded.
"I know, me too." He shrugged. "Look, you've been doing everything right-"
"Not everything," Dean quickly inturrupted and Bobby frowned. "I left him alone, Bobby. I went to a damned bar for a few minutes and left him alone and when I came home he was in the shower..." Tears sprinkled his eyes, but he angrily brushed him away. Bobby stared at him, finally understanding the guilt Dean was carrying.
"Dean," he said firmly. "This wasn't your fault."
"Yes it was," Dean insisted stubboringly. "If I hadn't been out drinking and...and partying, and I was watching him like I should have I never would have let him take a shower by himself."
"Dean," Bobby repeated himself. "This wasn't your fault." He stared at the boy sadly. "Son, when are you going to realize that not everything is your fault? You can't control everything. You shouldn't be responsible for everything...and you aren't as worhtless as you think you are."
Dean opened his mouth in protest but Bobby continued.
"If the shower thing didn't happen, than something else would have. And it couldn't be worse. You can't protect your brother always, Dean."
"But I'm responsible for him," Dean protested. "It's my job to take care of him and I...I failed."
"Is he still alive?" Bobby asked logically and Dean nodded miserably.
"Barely," he muttered.
"Than, you didn't fail," Bobby insisted and Dean sighed, clearly still not happy.
"But it is my fault," he said stubborningly. "If I kept a better eye on Sam...helped him control his powers like I was supposed to Castiel wouldn't have had to do what he did..."
"Boy!" Bobby snapped, frusteration creeping up inside his voice. "You know how willfull your brother is. Since when have you really been able to control him? And honestly tell him what to do? Even before this?"
"I haven't," Dean admitted. "Not really." He stared at Sam's weak body. "I still feel so guilty though," he mumbled. "I can't help it. It's my job to take care of him. Ya know? And I feel like I'm failing at it."
Bobby sighed, knowing better now than to try and change Dean's mind.
"Yeah," he agreed quietly. "I know."
Suddenly, before they were able to do anything Sam convulsed into a seizure.
"Sam? Sammy!" Dean shouted, staring at his brother as Sam's body being to jolt violently back and forth, hitting his head again against the headboard, as he continued to shake; Both Bobby and Dean unable to control, or stop, him...
To Be continued
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