See, don't worry I haven't forgotten these older fics!

Dean shouted for help. By the time Tom and Bobby rushed in the seizure had stopped as quickly as it started. Dean told them what had happend. Tom sighed.

"That sometimes happens with epiliptic seizures. They start and stop so quick you're not sure what causes them. The sad thing is, there's all kinds of different types of seizures as well, not just the convulsion kind that your brother's been having."

Dean glanced at him sharply. Sam was already half asleep, desperatly weakened by this new seizure that he had just experienced.

"What?" He snapped. "You mean that my brother can have different types of seizures?"

Tom glanced at Sam, who looked half asleep already.

"Let's go outside and talk so your brother can rest," he said softly. Dean nodded after glancing at his brother and seeing how tired he looked. He listened intently as Tom talked about the seizures. So did Bobby. There were so many kinds, it seemed. A headache grew as he learned about the seizures in the different lobes of the brain and what they caused. Some it was hullications or screaming/crying outloud, though there was no pain. It was going to be impossible for him to remember all this. But he sure the hell was glad to know that if Sam complained of a strange feeling or of numbness or making lip smacking sounds that he could be having some kind of seizure.

And who knows when the next one could occure? Each body was different. Dean felt relief when he managed to be in the same room with his brother again who had managed to fall asleep fairly quickly. He sighed as he placed his hands over his head.

"This isn't your fault, Dean," Bobby said, coming up beside of him. "Like I was saying before, none of it is."

"Don't patronize me, Bobby," Dean snapped. "It's my fault, I know it is. Nothing you say will make me change my mind."

Bobby sighed, his mouth opened and then closed it. He shook his head. He knew when Dean waas like this there was no reasoning with him.

"Just leave us, please," Dean begged. "I want to be alone with him."

Bobby nodded and left. Dean pulled a chair up next to Sam again. He grasped his brother's somewhat weak and cold hand.

"I'm so sorry, Sammy," he whispered. "So sorry."

Sam woke, his eyes fluttering in an exhausted manner.

"Did you say something, Dean?" He croaked rather weakly. Dean stared at him hopefully.

"Sammy?" He sat up. "How're you feeling, kiddo?"

"Like I had a seizure," Sam grunted softly and Dean's mouth twitched before resuming a serious look.

"That's not funny," he said in a cross voice. Sam smiled at that.

"Come on, it's a little funny," he said, using Dean's infamous line. Dean rolled his eyes at that.

"Smartass."

Sam smiled, but than started to caugh. Dean straightened up.

"Dude, you okay?"

"Yeah, it's just a caugh," Sam said.

"With you it's not just a caugh," Dean said and looked around. Sure enough the window was open a crack.

"Damn it!" He shut it quickly. "Shoulda checked this room more carefully," he added in a muttered tone.

"Dean, please," Sam begged, but his caughing inturrupted him. He was finally able to continue. "Don't get upset-"

"Upset? I'm not upset, I'm pissed off." Dean shook his head. "Not at you, but at me." He sighed, and ran his hands through his face. "It seems like whatever I do I can't protect you."

"You're too," Sam caughed before he could finish. "You're too hard on yourself Dean-" He wanted to say more but the caughing gotten worse.

"Sam?" Dean sat up. "Sammy!" He stared at his brother as Sam continued to caugh, and than much to both of their horrors blood was coming out of Sam's mouth.

"Sam? Sam!"

And once again Dean shouted for help as he supported his brother as the caughing got worse instead of better, and finally Sam fainted in his brother's arms from sheer exhaustion...

Short I know, but this is just to get the story going again and get me more motivated on this story again and get through my writer's block, if that makes sense :)