AN: Hey guys, here's your update. It's regretfully not very long but I've had a not so good first day back and your reviews are always a massive pick me up. Thank you all once again for reading this far, I'm not to sure about how I finished this part but maybe you will be. I have also officially RAN out of words (at least the pre-written ones). I'm hoping to get you an update by Friday maybe sooner if I doze off in German. I feel under pressure to have this part at the same level of the others now. Enjoy!

Part 4

When Sam woke up he didn't ever jerk into reality. He laid there with closed eyes and thought. He could think about anything but usually it was the most basic thing.

Where's Dean?

It had been the first thought that he could remember thinking and the last that thought at night. The next thought was usually 'where the hell am I?' but that was average, mundane, everyone had that thought once in a while. 'Where's Dean?' made a hell of a lot more sense in his book, if you knew Dean you would be thinking that as well.

The sheets were coarse beneath his fingertips and as his thoughts were filled with Dean he let his body take comfort in the bed beneath him. Rest was an undeniable birthright, but that didn't mean that people were given it. That was part of the package deal of life and liberty. No one was truly free; you just work until you have enough freedom to live the charade. But the charade was better than nothing and everything else comes in time.

Better now than ever. Sam thought as he attempted to roll onto his side.

"Sammy! You fucking scared us, man." Dean said, slowly pushing Sam once again onto his back.

"I, uh-"

"No, you're not doing anything until you get at least two Gatorades down you, okay."

"Dean, no! I have to work,"

"I don't give a damn about work, or money or if, in fact, the moon falls from the sky. You're not going anywhere. Now drink up." Dean commanded, uncapping a bottle and pushing it toward Sam's mouth.

"Dean I can do it myself."

"Sammy, do as you're told." John's gruff voice came from the corner.

Sam sighed and started sipping at the drink.

It had been five days since his father and brother had arrived. Five long days. When they had first arrived Sam had only felt anger and bitterness. He may have left but they had left him alone, never calling and refusing to let him come back. A normal life wasn't that much to ask for was it? But as the days went by and he looked upon his family, reunited once more, Sam realised what he had left behind. And just how much of himself he had left behind with them.

Sam had been in a daze since he had passed out. He'd had dizzy spells and felt unhealthily weak before now but had never lost consciousness. Between that and his family's unexpected arrival it was almost like an absurd dream.

He hadn't been outside, other than to diners, in five days.

He had had a full meal, three times a day, for five days.

He hadn't worked in five days.

He had slept for twelve hours, per day, for the last five days.

He was undecided if that was good or bad.

Although he hadn't fainted again the nausea and dizziness hadn't gone away. Of course he wasn't going to tell his brother or father that. It would give them another reason to look at him with those pitying eyes and scornfully grit their teeth.

"Sammy," Dean's voice snapped him from his trance.

"Uh, what?"

"Nothing," Dean shook his head and gave a long look to their father.

"What?" Sam repeated.

The two older men looked toward each other, wondering if what they were about to do was right.

"There's a hunt just north of Oregon, a war memorial. Sounds like a simple haunting but it's starting to get bad. Someone almost died last week. It's not even twenty-four hours, there and back."

Sam's face suddenly became stoic and he swallowed.

He knew it wouldn't last. Their family would never be together never mind forever.

Dean's face fell as he saw his brother's reaction. He could see the bitterness that he tried to hide and Dean could only pretend he didn't. Although he pretended to be a shadow of his father, uncaring, unbothered and undeterred, he was probably the most empathetic person when it came to his brother. No one could see him the way he did and Dean wasn't sure if it was a gift or a curse. They were two sides of the same damn coin. He turned to his father, disapproval in his eyes.

It shouldn't have to be my job. He thought.

I'm not the Dad of the family.

This isn't right.

I shouldn't have to carry this load.

Sammy shouldn't have to think we are leaving him.

Life isn't fair.

The very second the voices came into his head Dean tried to drown them out. Positive thinking wasn't quite the concept he was working with but it was something along those lines.

I've held this family together for this long.

If I don't hold this family together who will?

Someone's got to be the glue. Why not me?

He sighed taking a deep breath and wondering just how he was going to fix his family.

AN: I recognise that Gatorade has no supplements in it or what I'm gonna call 'healing properties' (too lazy to think of the words). But I do believe that people probably misuse it or drink it for 'energy'...basically sugar. I read an artical the other day about how soft drinks could be used to stop famine and malnutrition but once you looked in closer detail (including half an hour reading sciencey websites) I found out that it in fact could do the opposite (due to reliance). This made me think it could eventually become a wives tale or urban legend to have malnutrition countereffects. That in turn made me think it would be something the boys (AKA the Winchesters) are dependant on as a pick me up. If I have any details wrong or if you want to know more (it's okay to be geeky...as we all know) just leave a message.

Thanks, hope you enjoyed Flo x