This is the last chapter of it's a secret! I really hope you guys like the ending! The story!

"Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer. What a surprise." Lilith said sarcastically as she opened the door.

"How did you know we were coming?" Dean demanded weakly.

"Easily. I set out all the clues, knowing you guys would investigate. The three- Wait! Where is the tall one? Is he hiding? Did you really think I would fall for that trick?"

"Sam's not hiding."Stated Dean.

"Then where is he?"

"You don't ne-" Dean started coughing harshly while Bobby helped keep him upright. He's shivering really badly now, even with his coat on and his face is completely drained of color except for the red flush on his cheeks. His fever is definitely past 106 but now is not a good time to bring him to the hospital. 30 seconds later he still hasn't stopped coughing and really looks awful. Bobby guessed Castiel's tired, so he isn't helping Dean, meaning Dean needs rest so Cas can continue to help him.

"Hello? Lilith here. What's going on?"

"None of your business."Bobby hissed.

When Dean finally stopped coughing, Bobby whispered the question "Do you need to go lie down?" in his ear and Dean nodded.

He then stumbled back to the impala, laid his head down on the pillow, curled up in the blanket, and fell asleep.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Again, none of your business!"

Angry, Lilith threw a punch at bobby, who then dodged It and kicked her in the stomach. Unfortunately for him, she pulled his leg back which made him fall to the ground and she had him in a headlock, his breathing cut off. Suddenly Castiel appeared and ripped Lilith off.

"Stop!" Cas yelled. Everyone froze in their place. They know when Castiel yells, its not good.

"Where is Dean?" he asked Bobby.

Bobby pointed to the impala.

"Why didn't you take him to the hospital?"

"That's not my job! Plus you said you had his back, so I thought he had enough energy!"

"Again! I'm standing right here! What the hell is going on?" Lilith interrupted the argument.

"You really don't know?" Bobby asked.

"I really don't!"

"The boy is sick!"

"No he isn't."

" Yes he is! Dean has pneumonia! And I'm guessing Sam has the flu based on Deans descriptions. You really didn't figure that out? Why do you think he had to lay down in the middle of a fight?"

"Oh. I guess I haven't been human in a while. The question is, why'd you bring him?" Bobby was annoyed and worried by then so, he stopped the argument.

"We'll finish this later. Me and Castiel have to bring Dean to the hospital."

"Why would you tell me that?" Beep beep! Beep beep! Lilith's phone started to ring.

"What? *pause* Where? *pause* Alright." She hung up the phone. "Its your lucky day! I've got somewhere else to be. Have fun at the hospital."

She walked back inside and closed the door while Bobby and Castiel went back to the impala.

"I'm taking Dean to the hospital, you go back to Sam."

"Shouldn't I just teleport Dean to the hospital?"

"No. Its only 5 minutes away and it would be a little suspicious if you just appear."

Without response, he poofed away to the motel where Sam's staying. When he got in the car he noticed Dean was having trouble breathing. Great. Maybe he should have had Cas bring him.

"Hang on Dean. We're getting you help." Bobby whispered to him, as calmly as he could, worried for his health.

-MEANWHILE-

Sam had just woken up to find Castiel standing over him.

"Dude! Personal space!"

"Sorry." Cas moved back.

"Where did you go a few minutes ago?"

Castiel had hoped that Sam had been asleep then. He wasn't prepared for this!

"Oh... Dean and Bobby went to fight Lilith and I... sensed... they needed help."

"Did they finish the fight?"

"Yes."

"Then where are they now?"

Stupid follow-up questions!

"Oh... How are you feeling?"

"Cas! Stop changing the subject! Where are Bobby and Dean?"

"Hospital."

"What? Why? Did someone get hurt?"

"No."

"Then why are they at the hospital?"

When Castiel opened his mouth to speak, Sam said, " And Cas. Don't lie. I know when you're lying."

Cas raised an eyebrow at Sam.

"Okay. Most of the time." Sam added.

Castiel stared at him.

"Some of the time! Now, answer my question!"

Cas was nervous on how Sam would react to this information.

"Dean... He has... Pneumonia... And his temperature got over 106 degrees..."

"You're lying... right?"

"Do I look like the lying type?"

Sam considered this for a moment.

"Cas! Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

"You never asked."

"I never asked?! I'm sick! I can't think straight!"

"Calm down."

"Calm down? Me calm down? My brother is in the hospital! How do I calm down?!"

"Sam..."

"Don't Sam me! Take me to Dean!"

"Alright. Grab my hand."

"I'm not holding your hand!"

"Just trust me!"

Sam sighed of annoyance and grabbed Castiel's hand. Cas just stood there.

"Cas! Go!" Sam yelled getting annoyed.

"I can't."

"Why? You've been poofing back and forth all day!"

"Well... Its complicated."

"Tell me!"

"Okay... The teletransportation method could make you feel worse."

Sam sighed.

"How much worse?"

"About how Dean is."

"Then we're going to a hospital. Does it really matter?"

"Yes! Dean would kill me!"

"But Dean's in the hospital."

"Then he will kill me when he's not sick!"

"Fine! We can drive. How far is it?"

"Three and a half hours."

"Then we better get going! Do you know how to drive?"

"Yes. Why?"

"I shouldn't drive like this."

"Good point."

Then something occurred to Sam.

"Wait. Doesn't Dean have the impala?"

Cas just snapped his fingers and a car appeared.

"Not in the motel!"

-MEANWHILE-

"Go! Go!" One of the paramedics yelled as they placed Dean on a stretcher. He was now unconscious, which is a really bad sign, considering his health.

Then Bobby remembered something. After going to hell, his blood is off. If they take a blood test, things would be really bad. And, Castiel's hand print is still on Dean's shoulder if they try to put him in hospital shrubs. Well. This could get interesting. He knows he has to do something, so he steps outside the large, brick building, and feeling a little stupid, says aloud, "Cas! If you can hear me, we have a problem."

Immedietly, as if Castiel knew Bobby was going to say that, he called Bobby.

"What is it Bobby?"

"Dean's blood is different and he has a giant handprint on his shoulder!"

"My hands arn't that big! Anyhow, I'm on my way. I'll be there in about 3 hours."

"3 hours? Cas?" But he had already hung up. Bobby rolled his eyes. Knowing he had to do something, he went inside to the nurse about to put Dean in hospital shrubs, and asked,

"Can I do it? I'm like his father."

Hesitantly, she said "Sure." and moved out of the room. One problem down, one more to go.

On his way out a nurse stopped him.

"Bobby Singer?"

"Yes?"

"We're doing vitals in 20 minutes, then an hour and a half later, we're doing blood work. Your welcome to stay with Dean. The cafeteria is 4th door on the left. Or third. Doesn't matter."

"Thanks." Bobby murmured while wondering why such an urgent patient was having vitals and blood work so late, but eventually he let it go. Bobby stepped out of the building again to call Castiel. He decided to reach him by phone this time.

"Hello Bobby."

"Cas, you've got an hour fifty minutes until blood work is done so hurry up!"

"I'm 2 hours away and driving as fast as possible."

"You can drive?"

"Yes! Why is this such a surprise to everyone?"

Then Cas hung up.

"He needs to learn phone etiquette." Bobby whispered to himself.

-Some time later-

Its now 10 minutes until blood work and Cas and Sam are no where to be seen. Bobby is starting to worry, and standing next to Dean, who's still unconscious, isn't helping.

A dark skinned nurse in a blue uniform walked up to Bobby.

" We're doing blood work early."

That's what Bobby was afraid of, but he stepped out of the room, knowing there's nothing he can do about it.

-10 minutes later-

Castiel and Sam are finally here, but too late.

"Did we miss anything?" Cas asked.

"You missed the blood testing."

Then Cas poofed away and came back with a vial.

"What did you do?" Sam asked.

"Swapped Dean's blood, with other pneumonia affected blood."

"Do I even want to know where you got that?"

"Probably not."

Dean was kept as a patient for 2 weeks, his fever coming in and out, and after 14 days, Dean came home only with a small cold. Hunters had been visiting him every day, some he didn't even know. He felt loved. After 2 more days, Sam and Dean were back to their normal lives.

AN- How was this? Did you guys like the story? I know I had fun writing it! If you can, please comment on how you think the story was, and tips for my next one. Thank you for reading!