I want to say that in this chapter there is some closeness of the brothers that could be read into as something more than what it actually is.. Please don't. I don't write Destiel or Wincest. Sorry!
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When Sam awoke,it was just getting light out. His plan was to get up early, do a little research before they headed for the mountain trails. Maybe even grabbing a decent breakfast and lunch for the trip. But as he sat up,stretching and rubbing the sleep from his eyes,something was wrong.
He looked up at the bed where Dean had been sleeping and bolted to his feet. Dean was gone. Quickly checking the bathroom and coming up empty,Sam felt his anxiety rising. Dean wouldn't willingly get up before the sun rose. He looked toward the parked car and breathed out heavily, eyes scanning the area.
Have you ever missed a step? Or tripped over your own foot and your stomach drops? That's what Sam's stomach did when he saw his brother at the edge of the dark woods.
"Dean!" Sam rushed over to his brother's side. "Dean." he tried again. Dean's eyes were unseeing again, lips slightly parted,face sheet white. His whole body was shivering.
"Dean! Hey! c'mon,man." Sam stepped infront of him, hands firmly grasping Dean's shoulder. "You gotta snap out of this dude. I don't wanna punch you, but I-"
Dean suddenly inhaled sharply, stumbling forward into Sam's arms.
"Heyheyhey, I gotcha. I gotcha." Sam said softly, supporting his shivering brother. He half carried Dean back to the hotel room and sat him on the bed, getting the shower going as hot as possible.
"C-can't get warm,S'mmy.."
"You will soon, Dean." Sam hurried around and grabbed the nearest warm clothes he could. Now that Dean was out of the trance,he was a mess. His nose was snotty and a little bloody, body was wracked with shivers, eyes glazed over.
Sam faultered minute. He couldn't just put Dean in the shower alone...
"Dean, don't punch me for this after..." He lifted Dean up and guided him to the bathroom. Sam,stepped into the shower first and then Dean stumbled in after him. Sam very gently pulled Dean down in front of him,letting the shower wash the warm water over Dean. Sam knew his sweatpants were getting soaked,but that was the last thing on his mind. Dean was presenting with signs of shock and hypothermia.
It took almost a half hour before Dean really became aware and another 15 to get him out of the shower, in warm,dry clothes and laying on the bed before Sam could even breathe it seemed like. It was only until Dean was seemingly asleep that Sam finally got into dry clothes himself. The adrenaline rush from the events felt as if he was on a hunt, surviving. So the crash from it was pretty hard. He was exhausted and wanted to sleep, but instead brewed a cup of cheap coffee in the room and sat vigil by Dean's side. Ocassionally popping on the internet to research more.
Dean slept and slept, alarming Sam. So much so that he went over and checked to see that Dean was even breathing.
But after hours of sitting vigil and worrying, some relief came. Dean woke up. Woke up and puked over the side of the bed (Sam was grateful that it wasn't on the side of his bedding).
Grabbing the garbage can just in case,Sam handed it to Dean as he began to cover up the puke infused carpetting.
"This sucks..." Dean burped out, swaying a little as he sat up against the head board.
Sam snorted, sitting at the foot of the bed.
"You're telling me."
A moment of silence passed. Recooperating.
"Hey Sammy...?"
"Yeah?"
"What's going on with me?"
Sam swallowed and faultered a minute,looking up at his big brother. Dean's face was still so pale.
"I don't..I don't know yet Dean. But I'm- we're gonna figure it out."
Dean nodded and suddenly, so very harshly, Sam was struck by how Dean really sometimes reverts to being that 4 year old boy, who just really needed to be held by his mom.
"I know ..I trust you,Sammy."
Those words were all he needed. The fire was lit and Sam was determined to not only figure out this case but save his brother.