Tecumseh

By Tidia & MOG, May 2006

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Chapter 4/18

Four months earlier

“Sammy, you with me?” Dean asked, looking worriedly at his brother’s pale skin.

Sam sat low in the passenger’s seat of the Impala, resting his head against the window.

They had crossed into Oklahoma over an hour ago, on their way to investigate internet rumors of a paisa bird. Dean’s focus now lay elsewhere, however. Even though Sam had slept most of the day, his brother couldn’t help but think he looked worse than he had that morning.

Sam nodded in response to Dean’s question. “Yeah.” His voice was raspy and congested.

Dean kept one hand on the wheel but the other went to his brother’s forehead. “Damn, you’re burning up.”

He studied his brother’s pallor again and pressed two fingers against the near side of Sam’s throat. He wasn’t surprised to feel swollen lymph nodes. Sam weakly swatted his hand away but Dean ignored him. “You still get strep all the time?”

“It wasn’t all the time.” Sam brought the blanket from his lap up onto his shoulders in an attempt to bring some bit of warmth to his shivering frame. “Couple of times at school.” He licked his lips but still didn’t open his eyes.

“Well, I’m thinkin’ you have it again,” Dean retorted. “We don’t have any antibiotics left. I told you not every knife that gets thrown at us is dirty, and demons don’t have cooties.”

He thought about the last time they’d used the antibiotics and cursed himself for believing they didn’t need to re-supply right away. A strained question interrupted Dean’s thoughts.

“Where’s...” Sam’s voice faltered and he tried again, simplifying his request. “Water?”

Dean grabbed a blue Nalgene water bottle from behind Sam’s seat and passed it over. The younger man lifted the container to his lips, taking a sip, but after a second he spit it back into the bottle.

Dean grimaced. “Jesus, Sammy…backwash?”

“I can’t swallow,” whispered Sam. The anxious expression on his face scared Dean.

“Just relax, Sammy.” Dean willed himself to do the same. He had to think clearly in order to get his brother help. Calming his racing thoughts, one name came into his head. Dean forced the gas pedal down and the Impala responded. They needed to see Ben.

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