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Dean finally made Sam wake up to take a sip of some soup Bobby had given him.

"Can you take a sip for me, Sammy?" He asked softly and groggily Sam nodded as he tried to sit up. Dean helped him do so while Sam took a small sip. He drank too quickly though and whimpered from the pain of the burn and tears fill down his cheeks. Dean cursed himself for his carelessness.

"I'm sorry Sam," he apologized over and over as tears still fell from Sam's eyes, the burning on his lip getting worse. "Hey Bobby!"

Bobby came to the doorway within seconds.

"Yeah?"

"Get me some ice cubes, will ya? Sam burnt his lip."

Bobby's eyes instantly filled with concern.

"Yeah, sure thing," he said quickly and hurried out to so.

The burn seemed to grow increasingly worse on his lip as Sam wimpered softly. Bobby quickly returned, though, with the ice and Dean placed one on the lip gently while slipping the rest into the soup.

"Sorry Sammy," he apologized again.

Sam's wimpering softened as the ice helped numb the burn.

After it stopped hurting and the soup cooled some Dean slowly, very slowly, tried it again. Sam sipped timidly until most of the soup was gone. Dean set the bowl on the table and took a glass of orange juice that was on it.

"Can you take a sip of this for me, kiddo?" He asked. "We want you getting nice and healthy and strong."

Obiediently Sam drank. Dean sighed, wondering if his old brother would ever resurface. Or was he gone forever? Sam had changed so much since he had lost his powers, and it wasn't a good thing. Dean hated seeing his baby brother so weak and completly unable to defend himself.

"D...Dea?"

"Yeah Sammy?"

"Dad..."

"What about Dad?"

"Mi....im..."

Dean paused while trying to figure out what Sam meant.

"You miss dad?" He asked softly and Sam nodded weakly.

Dean sighed and hugged his baby brother tighter.

"Me too, Sammy, me too..."

"Im...co...ome?"

"Co...ome? You mean come home?" Sam nodded quickly and Dean sighed, tears in his eyes.

"He's not coming home, Sammy, not any time soon."

Fear was in Sam's eyes.

"Me...bad?"

Dean's own eyes widened.

"No, he didn't leave because you were bad, Sam," he said sternly. "I don't want you ever to think that, ever again, okay?"

Sam slowly nodded, uncertainity in his eyes and Dean bit his lip, debating to tell his brother the truth. But he decided against it. He wasn't sure if Sam was strong enough to handle something like that, yet.

He stayed with his brother until Sam fell asleep in his arms again. He was getting rather used to this little routine. He had to take a leak. Quietly he got up, laid his brother on the bed, and crept to the bathroom. He eyed the shower after he had finished. Figuring Sam would be asleep for a while he decided to risk it. He sighed in relief as he let the water run down his back, his tense muscles relaxing instantly. He loved his little brother more than life itself but loving him this much was exhausting.

As he turned off the water he heard sobbing from the other room. Fear filled him. What was he thinking Goddamn it?!

He raced to the bedroom again, as he grabbed the towel. Sam was there, rocking back and forth with tears falling down his cheeks. He was muttering something incoherently too.

"Sammy, it's okay Sammy, it's okay." He hurried to his brother and wrapped his arms around him.

"Dea...Dea..." Sam pratically whimpered as he shook.

"I'm here, Sammy, I'm here."

"Ou...eft...e"

It took a few minutes for him to realize what Sam was talking about.

"You thought I left you?"

Sam nodded quickly.

"I didn't leave you Sammy. I promised I wouldn't leave you, didn't I?"

"Ou...eren't there," Sam protested. "When woke up." His speech was getting harder and harder to understand. Dean closed his eyes.

"I know," he said softly. "I know I was gone, I'm sorry. I was taking a shower, that's all Sammy. I didn't leave you. I would never leave you."

Sam began to relax some, but stiffened when Dean got up.

"Just getting dressed Sammy," Dean said, nodding to his clothes on the floor as he started to dry himself. "You can watch me okay?" As he moved to get his clothes he was aware that Sam's eyes never left his body. It was as if Sam was aware of how powerless he had become, and now he seemed to depend on Dean completly for survival. Dean dressed as fast as he could and sat down on the bed. Sam still seemed to be rocking, and shaking some.

"Whoa, hey easy there buddy. What's wrong?" Dean looked at Sam worriedly. For some reason Sam couldn't express his fears. Maybe they were too complex for him to understand.

"Let's watch some tv, hmm?" Dean decided as he grabbed the remote that was at the nighstand. He was surprised, and relieved, to find a telivision set in this room. "How about a cartoon?" He started to flip the channels. "Hey, scooby doo! You love scooby doo, remember?" He smiled at Sam but Sam refused to smile back. Instead he stared rather dumbly at the tv set-as if not understanding what was happening. Dean sighed and rested his arm around Sam's shoulder as both of them started to watch the screen in front of him...

I know it's not a cliffhanger! You guys better reivew though, or else I'm gonna think up something REALLY evil to leave off at for the next chapter :)