Sam slept half the day way and Dean kept a very close eye on him. After awhile Dean left and went out for some food. Sam began to wake up and found Dean not around. His head still killed him a lot and he seemed to still be a tad light-headed but his fever and sick feeling to his stomach seemed to be gone. Sam propped himself up onto his elbows but was too weak to go any higher. He laid back down on the bed and looked up. The room had began to spin again and Sam closed his eyes. He had no clue as to why he was sick but he knew this was the worst he has ever felt. He felt like he got hit by a planet. He slowly tried to sit back up and he did but everything was short lived when he quickly fet the need to puck. He pushed himself up onto his feet but his legs were not strong enough to hold his weight and he fell down to the floor. Sam moved slowly on the ground towards the bathroom.

Dean walked into the motel room just as Sammy was getting sick in the bathroom. Dean rolled his eyes and exhaled, his hope that Sam would wake up and be better was short lived. He sat his drink and bag on the table and threw his jacket onto his bed. He sat down with his hands in his hands and waited for Sam to make his way out of the bathroom. But, after a few minutes of silence, Dean began to worry so he got up and walked towards the bathroom. He knocked on the door and waited for an answer but he got nothing.

Dean- "Sam? Sam, are you good?"

Dean quickly pushed the door open and found Sammy's body shaking. Sam was having a seizer. Dean rushed in and placed Sam's head in his lap and waited the seizer out. Dean ran his fingers through Sam's hair and kept his voice calm and in a low tone, telling him that he was going to be alright. After Sam stopped shaking Dean gently grabed him and pulled him towards and laid him down on the bed. Dean ran his hand over Sam's face and could tell that he was burning up. Dean covered Sam up and walked over to his jacket and grabed his cell phone and began to call his dad. But all Dean reached was their father's voice mail.

John's voice mail- You have reached John Winchester, if this is an emergencey call 382...."

Dean- "Dad, this is Dean. Something is up with Sam. He is really sick and we need your help, so if you can get here....Dad I need you."

Dean was pissed that there dad hadn't answered his call. He looked back over at Sam who had sweat coming down his face and who was shivering. Dean knew there wasn't anything he could do for his brother at his moment so he sat down and ate.

        Soon Sam opened his eyes and looked around the motel room to find Dean sitting at thr table. Sam pushed himself up in a sitting position and called out to his brother.

Sam- "Dean?"

Dean turned quickly and sighed with relef to see his baby brother up.

Dean- "Sam? Hey, how are you feeling?"

Sam- "Like shit."

Dean gave a small chuckle and walked over at sat next to his brother.

Dean- "You had me worried there kiddo. You had like a freakin' seizer or something man."

Sam- "Really?"

Dean- "Yeah. What's the last thing you remember?"

Sam- "Humm...not much, it's all fuzzy."

Dean- "Okay, well just rest up. Okay Sammy?"

Sam- "Yeah Dean."

Dean patted Sam on the shoulder and Sam laid back down on the bed. He pulled the sheet all the way up to his shoulder and rolled onto his side and fell asleep very quickly, Dean stayed sitting next to him. He reached over and brushed some of Sam's hair out from his eyes. Dean leaned back against the headboard of the bed and watched Sam sleep.

Dean- "It's okay Sammy, it's all okay."

        Some time had past and Dean was watching TV while Sam still slept. Suddently Sam woke up with a jolt, breathing very fast with his hands shaking. He turned to see Dean laying on the other half of the sam bed. Dean's eyes watched Sammy.

Dean- "Sam?"

Sam turned and looked around the room, he was still a little dazed and Dean had to yell his name to snap his attention back into focus.

Dean- "Sam!!"

Sam turned to look at his big brother. Sam's whole body felt suddently very heavy and Dean saw Sammy's eyes starting to roll back into his head. Dean reached up for his brother's head. His grasp tightened as Dean caught him and lowered him back down. Sam felt Dean's hand brace the back of his head. Sam's head meet the pillow but he soon began coughing as if not getting enough air, so Dean moved Sam's head to a higher location. Sam bent his head down and curled in further against Dean's neck and collarbone. His body began to give short and small trembers and Dean rapped his arm around Sam and kept a good hold on his brother.

Dean- "It's okay."

Sam was freazing cold and his shiver under the sheets and Dean's body heat. Sam slowly fell back to sleep. Dean leaned his head gently on top of his brother's and continued to watch TV.

        It had grew dark outside and the clock on the night stand read 1:42 AM. Just then Sam's eyes flew open and he reached up and grasphed his throat.

Sam- "Dean?...Dean?"

Dean had fallen asleep with the TV still on but he heard his little brother's small voice through all the sounds in the room. Dean woke up quickly and blinked his eyes open. He quickly turned his attention on Sammy. He looked down at Sam's head in the arm. Dean leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes, he felt soo tired at this point.

Dean- "Mm what? Sam?"

Dean asked sleepily. He tried to focus but without an answer he was drifting off to sleep but then hear a loud gasp and re-opened his eyes. He reached over for the lamp on the nightstand and turned it on quickly only to see Sam holding his throat and struggling to get air.

Sam- "Dean I...I can't..."

Sam began to cough and suddently his eyes closed as he reached his hand out for Dean's.
Dean watched in horror as Sammy's chest stopped rising. He quickly shock Sam's shoulders, hopeing to wake him up.

Dean- Sam?! Sam! SAMMY!?!"