Sorry these last two were so short! I hand wrote them while I was in school!
It was the wall. Was the first thought in Dean's mind when Sam suddenly collapsed. He dropped to his knees next to Sam, gripping his little brother's broad shoulders. No, this couldn't be happening. Not again.
The collapse had been so sudden. Just like the last one. Sam's discarded soda leaked onto the carpet, threatening to make Sam's hair sticky. Dean carelessly batted it away, his eyes trained on Sam. The wall that Death had erected in Sam's mind was weakening. Dean could tell by the constant night terrors that plagued his young brother.
Without warning, Sam jolted on the ground, trembling violently. Dean jumped away as Sam's arms flailed around, nearly pegging the older man in his eye. He wasn't sure what to do and that scared him.
"Sammy? Come on man, don't do this." He begged, trapping Sam's arms so he wouldn't hurt himself. Sam grunted, trying to yank himself away from Dean's tight grip. "SAM!" The shout seemed to rouse Sam. His eyes flew open and he slumped back to the floor gasping air into his lungs. "What was that?!" Dean demanded, his terror hidden fairly well. Not well enough, Sam could see right through him. Dean was scared to death.
Sam tried to come up with an answer, but didn't have one. Dean waited in tense anticipation as Sam tried to collect his thoughts. His mind was scattered and numb. He wasn't sure what exactly was happening, but he had a suspicion.
"Was it the wall?" Dean asked in a low tone, not really sure he wanted Sam to answer him. He could tell that Sam was fine just by the clear way he had his eyes trained on his older brother above him. But there was still a tiny chance that the wall had finally broken, that Sam had remembered everything Dean wanted him to forget.
"No." Sam grunted as he pushed himself shakily into a seated position. "Just a seizure."
"A freakin seizure?! Since when do you get seizures?!" Dean practically yelled. Sam shrugged, just as confused as his older brother.
"Since now, I guess." Sam replied, wincing as he struggled to his feet. Dean had to restrain himself from helping him. Sam was independent and Dean knew he hated when he needed help. He was just like Dean in that aspect.
"Great. Just another thing slapping us in the face." Dean sighed, catching sight of Sam's tense and aggravated face. Dean slapped Sam comfortingly on the shoulder. "Don't worry Sammy. I'll take care of ya."