Disclaimer: Sadly, Supernatural does not belong to me, but a girl can dream.

Summary: John hasn't returned from a hunt and things are bad for Sam and Dean back at the motel. When Sam ends up in the hospital, CPS puts them in foster care and before anyone can react the boys are adopted by a wealthy family. Will John be able to get his sons back, or will his mistakes cost him the most important people in his life? Teen!Chester story. Limp!Sam, Protective/Angry!Dean, Guily!John. Sam-13, Dean-17

Warning:Mild language. If you are a big John fan, be warned, he is a major D-bag in this story.

Dean sat down on the bed next to his sleeping brother. Sam didn't look good, he was pale with dark circles under his eyes, and when Dean put a hand on his forehead he was burning up. He ran a hand through Sam's sweat damped hair while he put the old fashion thermometer in his brother's mouth. While he waited for the temperature he thought about how he had gotten in this position.

Earlier in the week

Sam came out of the bathroom looking pale.

"Hey Sammy, you okay over there?" Dean asked his baby brother.

"Yah, Dean, just fine." Sam replied, but it came out breather than he had hoped so Dean didn't look convinced with his answer. He walked over to Sam and put a hand on his forehead and frowned.

"You're burning up, hold on a sec, I'm going to check your temperature," He said before walking over to the first aid kit and taking out the thermometer.

"Dean, I said I was fine."

"And I said I was going to check your temperature." He stuck the glass tube into Sam's mouth and waited. He looked at it a moment later: 100˚F

'Shit' Dean thought to himself. Sam saw the worried look on his older brother's face.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked

"You have a fever." Dean answered while he grabbed the fever reducers and a handed some to Sammy. "Take these, then go lay down and get some rest." Sam looked like he was going to protest but then remembered how tired he had been feeling lately and took Dean up on his offer and when to sleep.

Sam hadn't gotten out of bed since then, and that was 3 days ago. Dean pulled the thermometer out of Sam's mouth: 102˚F. He was getting worse. Dean walked across the room to the motel phone and started dialing the number.

"Dean?" a tired voice croaked from the other side of the room, immediately Dean walked over to his brother's side and sat down next to him.

"Hey, Sammy." He said, threading his fingers though Sam's hair.

"You were going to call him weren't you?" Sam asked.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked, hoping to steer Sam away from the subject, but even when he was sick he was still a Winchester and was still stubborn as hell.

"You know what I'm talking about, you were going to call dad." Dean sighed

"Yes, I was."

"You can't Dean; you know how much he hates it when we call him when he is on a hunt. You are just going to make him mad."

"I know Sammy, but you aren't getting any better and he is already two weeks over due, I'm just going to call him to tell him what is going on. Do you know how mad he will get is he finds out that you were really sick and I didn't tell him?" Sam seemed to ponder this and eventually nodded, Dean smiled.

"You rest up and I'll call him." Sam nodded again and Dean waited till his breathing was even till he walked back over to the phone and punched in the number again. After a few rings the other side picked up.

"Hello!?" An aggravated voice said on the other side.

"Dad? It's Dean-"He was cut off before he could finish his sentence.

"Dean? What are you doing calling me, I'm on a hunt." John yelled into the phone.

"I know, I just that I think you need to came back, Sammy is-"He was cut off yet again.

"What's wrong with you, boy, I can't just leave because you think I need to come back."

"But it's important, Dad please ju-"

"No, Dean, this is more important than whatever is going on over there, I'm on the Yellow Eyed Demons trail, I'm getting close to it I just know it. I can't come back now, you can handle what's happening over there, don't call me anymore." And before Dean could respond to him John had hung up. He stared at the phone is shock, he knew his dad could get a tad obsessed when it came to the Yellows Eyed Demon but he had never blatantly ignored him when he said that something was wrong. In a fit of anger and annoyance he redialed, but it when strait to voicemail, John had turned off his phone. Dean put the hone back on its receiver and walked back over to Sam; he lay down next to him and wrapped his arms around his baby bother.

"It's ok Sammy, I'm gonna fix this, I promise." He whispered in Sam's ear before he felt his own eyelids getting heavy. He hugged Sam tighter and he fell asleep feeling Sam snuggle close to him in his sleep.

The next morning Dean woke up extremely hot, but he soon figured out that it want him, but Sam. He felt Sam's forehead and felt hotter than it did the previous day.

"Hey Sammy, you need to wake up now." Dean coaxed his brother, but Sam didn't move a muscle, Dean now noticed how still he was being extremely still Dean shook him again a little harder this time but he still didn't respond.

'No Sammy, you can't do this to me.' He though in his head, Dean got up and put the thermometer back in Sam's mouth, when he pulled it back out again he started to panic: 105˚F. He walked over to the phone and punched in his dads number again, but just like the night before it went straight to voicemail.

"Damn it," He said to himself, he called the number again but this time he left a message.

"Dad, I don't care where you are or what you are hunting, you need to get back here right now. Sammy's got a fever; it's really high, like 105 high. He has also had a really bad cough since you left and recently has had trouble breathing. Last night he went to sleep and now I can't wake him up, he's completely unconscious. When you get this please call me back." He hung up and walked back over to sit next to Sam.

He contemplated making breakfast, but he really wasn't all that hungry, and with how nervous he was at the moment, he didn't think that he would keep it down. Though he wouldn't admit it to anyone, he was scared out of his mind and he had no idea of what to do. He had never been in this situation before, yah he a Sammy got hurt a lot, and sometimes very seriously, but their dad had always been there for them when things got really hairy. But now that John was MIA and they had no way of getting in contact with him, he was terrified.

After waiting another hour without any response from his dad or Sam, Dean decided it was time to go to the hospital. If he knew anything about being sick, it was that high fevers were not something to take lightly; they could cause serious damage if not controlled. Dean walked back over to the phone and dialed John's one last time and left another message.

"Dad, Sammy's still not getting any better; I have no choice I'm going to the hospital. I'm going to call 911 once I get off the phone with you. So if you get this and decide that we are important enough to finally be given the time of day, we won't be at the motel, we will be at the closest hospital." Dean hung up feeling more than a little peeved that their dad was still ignoring them. He dialed 911 and got an operator.

"911, what is your emergency?" A nice sounding lady said into the phone.

"It's my brother, he has a really high fever, a 105, and he won't wake up, please you gotta send somebody to come get him." Dean said franticly to the operator.

"Ok, sir, can you tell me your location?" The operator asked.

"Yah, we're at the White Rose Motel, Room 122."

"Ok we are sending someone right now, they should be arriving in a couple of minutes. Do you need me to stay on the phone with you until they get there?"

"No, I think that I will be fine, thank you so much." Dean said then hung up. He sat next to Sam until he could hear the sirens approaching. He walked outside and stood by the open door; the paramedics saw him and rushed into the room. They grabbed Sam out of the bed and put him on a stretcher, a whirl wind of men in blue shirts circled around Sammy, and for the first time in his life, Dean felt like there was nothing he could do to help his baby brother.

They agreed to let Dean ride in the ambulance with Sam as long as he didn't touch anything. He stayed perfectly still watching his baby brother with wide eyes, and before he knew it he they were at the hospital. With the same organized chaos that they retrieved Sam, they brought him into the emergency room. He tried to fallow Sam into the hallway but a guard stopped him.

"Sorry kid, but you can't go in there." The guard said.

"He's my brother; I need to be with him." Dean tried to convince him.

"I understand, but only doctors and nurses are allowed back there. But there is a waiting area down that way." He said as he pointed down a different hall then the one that Sammy went down. Dean realized that it was a losing battle so he gave up and looked down that hallway one last time, but all he saw was Sammy's pale, sweat sheen face disappearing behind shiny metal doors.

(AN)

(Panthon) Hey guys, Panthon here, Jolan isn't going to be a part of this story because unlike you lovelies he isn't a Supernatural fan. (Shame on him) But I hope that you enjoy it and if you do please feel free to tell me in the review box.

Good bye my lovelies, until next time.