Author's Note: Okay, so let me answer a question that I've been getting a lot. Will I be doing another series like this? The answer is yes, but it would probably be in May or Early June. This story is exhausting honestly because I update every day and so once I'm done with this, I really need to recharge my batteries and also focus on my other fanfics. But yes, don't worry if you didn't find this story in time to submit a prompt! I will be doing another collection like this eventually.

So, onto tonight's prompt from who asked for, "Sammy ends up sick, he doesn't tell Dean, and while hunting he gets a foggy head which ends up with him breaking his leg." This was fun to write! Thank you for the prompt! Please enjoy! This is set towards the start of season 5.

"Cause I'm already sold on ending up alone."

—Greg Laswell, "Salvation Dear"

Sam keeps waiting for Dean to leave.

He keeps waiting for his older brother to throw his hands up in defeat, mutter a curse and then just walk out of whatever crappy motel room is currently serving as home and never come back. His dreams are filled with images of Dean's retreating form as he vanishes down a dirt road. It's not like Sam would blame him if his brother chose to leave—he did free Lucifer after all and he did lie—but he kind of wishes that Dean would just get it over with. The anticipation is slowly killing Sam and he finds himself watching what he says in the hopes that he won't say something that will send his older brother away. Because, truth is, Sam needs Dean by his side. With Lucifer haunting him and the end of the world on his shoulders, Sam can barely keep his head above water. If it weren't for Dean's presence, he would be drowning.

"Sam?" Dean's staring at him, an odd glint in his eyes. "You okay?"

"Fine." He's scared of being left behind, of being turned into a puppet, of being forced into something he had never wanted a part of. Still, he plasters a fake smile on his face and lies.

"You sure?" Dean's expression has softened and a pang of guilt washes through Sam. He doesn't deserve this—Dean's attention. He deserves to go lie down in a ditch somewhere and do the world a favor and die.

"Yeah, Dean." Sam hits a few random keys on the keyboard and pretends to research. His older brother runs a hand through his hair and sighs.

"Good, cause I've got a hunt for us."

Research takes three days and during those three days, Sam feels progressively worse. What started out as a weird disjointed feeling in his head has turned into a major pounding and a feeling like his mind weighs a 100 pounds. It's a stupid cold, but even so, all Sam wants to do is curl up under the sheets and sleep for a week.

He doesn't tell Dean. He can't let his older brother think he's weak. Sam's got to pull his weight, after all. The true, and more selfish reason, why he doesn't tell Dean is because he fears that it will be the straw that broke the camel's back. Dean will walk out and leave him alone and then Lucifer will—

"Got everything?"

"Y-yeah." Sam stutters, putting forth a calm façade.

"Okay," Dean still has that weird look on his face, like he knows something is up, but he doesn't say anything. "Let's go get this son of a bitch then."

The creature—Sam can't remember exactly what they're hunting—lives up in the mountains and it takes a good hour to hike up to the spot where the recent bodies had been found. Through it all, Sam's eyes dart around, never able to focus on anything and his feet barely move from the ground. He's messed up, he knows, but he can't risk losing Dean. If he lost Dean, Lucifer would get him and then he'd be—

And then suddenly, the ground beneath him is gone and Sam is tumbling down. Rocks bite into him as he rolls down before a boulder finally stops him with a sickening thud. Dean's voice is calling to him, though the sound is distant and Sam can't really focus on it. The trickle of blood down the back of his neck worries him, but it's his left leg that hurts. It's angled awkwardly between the boulder and a log and attempting to move it just causes a wave of acute pain to wash through him.

"Sam!"

He wants to call out, but nothing seems to be working and his leg hurts and he's cold and Dean, please don't go—

Then, darkness.

"You will say yes, Sam." Lucifer tells him with a smirk.

"No." Sam protests.

"Dean will leave you and then, you'll be mine." Sam shakes his head because he doesn't want to believe the fallen angel. But, some part of him knows it's a possibility. Dean could get fed up and leave. Hell, Dean could've left already—

"I've got you, Sammy."

Sam looks around.

"Dean?" He calls out as Lucifer fades.

"Just hang in there."

And then the darkness turns to light.

"Hey there," Dean greets, a tired grin on his lips. Sam glances at him and then back at his leg, which is now in a cast. Puzzled, he faces Dean once more. "Only you would get yourself literally get caught between a rock and a hard place."

"What?" His mind is still a little fuzzy.

"You fell, dude," His older brother states. "Doc says you were sporting a high fever which might've caused your trip." His brother's emerald eyes filled with guilt and concern. "I . . . I didn't even notice, Sam—"

"S'not your fault." Sam slurs, the medication impairing him. "Didn't want you to know." Confused, Dean's tilts his head to the side and stares at him oddly.

"Why?" Sam glances away. "Why, Sammy?"

"Cause you'll leave." He whispers, wanting Dean to hear it, but at the same time not. There's a pause and he can feel tension radiating from his older brother's form. This was it; he was going to go—

Dean grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly within his own. Eyes flashing with determination, he made sure Sam met his gaze.

"I'm not leaving you, Sam," He swears fiercely. "Not again."

Sam grins, feeling the weight off his shoulders leave. Sure, he's sick and his leg is broken, but all things considered, it could've been worse. He believes Dean—he trusts him not to vanish into the middle of the night. They are the Winchesters and they don't leave their family behind. Besides, they have an apocalypse to prevent.

It was them against the world after all.

"Jerk." Sam huffs, eyes closing. Dean chuckles dryly.

"Bitch."

Sam falls asleep and for once, doesn't dream of Dean vanishing never to be seen again.

Author's Note: And there you have it! I hope you enjoyed it! Please review if you have a chance!