Dean woke up before Sam, like an instinct, he sat up and his eyes shot straight for the bed next to him.

"Sam?" Dean asked, but there was no answer, he reached over and turned on the little bedside lamp. There was the man, lying there, completely still, sleeping. Dean put his feet on the floor, which was unusually cold, and trudged over to Sam's side. Sam made a noise, objecting to the light. Dean lay his hand carefully on Sam's forehead and it was the same temperature as his hand. Just gone? Dean thought to himself as he made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the water slowly and took a handful of it, splashing it on his face. What is going on? Dean wandered back over to the bed, took one more look at Sam, then grabbed his phone off of the end of his bed. It was four in the morning, but Dean knew if Bobby was serious about coming down here, he would be awake, and even almost here. The line rung two times and then Bobby answered.

"Dean?" His voice sounded awake, and more gruff than usual.

"Bobby, are you still coming down here?" Dean asked. He hit his hand on the door frame gently, resting it there.

"Yeah boy, what do you think? I am in South Carolina, where are you?" Bobby asked. Dean could tell he was drinking something and knowing Bobby it was the strongest coffee the closest gas station had to offer.

"Um a place called Blythewood." Dean commented back rubbing his eyes. He just slept for three hours, but for some reason, it felt like he hadn't slept in days.

"Ah, I just crossed the line. What is the place called?" Bobby asked.

"Well, if you are on the highway just go straight down for about two miles, it is called The Willow Woods Motel." Dean commented looking back to Sam, who was now moving around reaching for the light source.

"Be there in a minute." Bobby said, and hung up the phone.

"Sam?" Dean asked. He moved over to his brother quickly.

"Dean?" Sam asked, he sounded weak. "What time is it?" He looked towards the clock, but gave up trying to turn it towards him.

"Four Sam. Are you feeling ok?" Dean asked, giving his body a once over with his eyes.

"I feel like…" Sam stopped and let his head flop back down on the pillow. "My head got hit with a baseball bat." Sam finished, taking a quick deep breath, exhaling loudly. Dean reached over and shut the light off.

"You rest, Bobby is almost here." Dean said patting Sam on the leg.

"Wait" Sam sounded disturbed, "you called Bobby?"

"Yeah Sam, when your brother is screaming in pain, you tend to call the only person who knows things about you being sick." Dean said in a defensive tone. He could tell Sam didn't have the energy to fight with him, and he didn't want to make his brother mad. He doesn't know what could trigger his fever, and he didn't want to test it.

"We will talk about this later." Sam breathed out; he let his eyes shut slowly, and soon drifted off into sleep once again. Dean patted his leg softer this time, and went to the door, unlocking it. He shot Sam one more glance before slipping out to the cold morning air. What is going on? Dean asked himself as he heard a truck pulling into the gravel drive way. He noticed Bobby behind the steering wheel and waved to him. Bobby parked in the spot next to the Impala. He slowly got out, and walked up to Dean.

"How is he?" Bobby asked shooting a glance past Dean to the motel room door, which was now shut.

"Um, he is better. Still has a headache. He woke up for like a second a few minutes ago and now he is asleep again." Bobby just nodded his head.

"Well, there is no reason to stand out here like a couple of robbers, lets go inside and get warmed up." Bobby suggested, Dean just bobbed his head, like it was the last thing on his mind.

Once inside, Bobby threw his coat on the back of the chair and bee lined for Sam. He sat on the edge of the bed and put his cold hand on Sam's head. He couldn't tell if Sam was running a fever again, or if his hands were just too cold to get an accurate reading.

"You got a thermometer around here?" Bobby asked, and Dean nodded his head, grabbing the small green one off of the dresser across the room.

"Here you go." Dean commented as he handed it to Bobby. He pressed the button and gently opened Sam's mouth putting the thermometer in place, careful to not wake up Sam. Dean just paced around the floor, looking from Sam and Bobby to the window, to the bathroom and back to the two men. The thermometer beeped and it brought Dean back to the present.

"Damn it boy." Bobby hissed. Dean stalked over to him.

"What is it?" He asked, he pulled the thermometer out of Bobby's hand.

"His fever is going back up." Bobby put his cold hand on Sam's forehead again, and this time it was like Sam leaned into it. Dean pulled back the covers from Sam's body and they were wet with sweat.

"Damn it." Dean cussed; he put his hand over his mouth and stalked over to the dresser. He punched it hard.

"That isn't going to help a damn thing Dean." Bobby scolded. "We don't know what Sam has; he could have something as mild as the flu." Bobby got up and put a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Bobby his temperature got really high last night, I just..." Dean tapered off and Bobby understood.

"Don't worry Dean; we are going to take care of this." Bobby said patting him. Bobby went back to Sam and shook him lightly. "Sam, we need to get you out of these clothes." Bobby whispered to him, and like Sam heard a siren, he covered his ears and let out a whimper of pain.

"Sammy?" Dean asked. He laid his hand on Sam's shoulder; he could now feel the heat that was building up on his skin.

"Dean, we need to get him to a hospital now." Bobby whispered. Dean just nodded his head. Sam lay there whimpering, his hands pressed firmly over his ears.

"Sam listen" Dean began, he looked to Bobby for support. "Sam, we need to take you to the hospital now. You aren't getting better." Dean was close to tears, he felt his eyes getting hot, and he had to look away.

"Dean." Bobby whispered loudly. "Are we taking the Impala or ambulance, your choice?" Bobby held his phone in his hands, ready to dial 911.

"We have to take the Impala; Sam will get scared if he comes too in an ambulance." Dean wiped his sleeve over his eyes and looked back down at Sam who was moving side to side, yelling now.

"Well, lets get moving, Sam is going down fast." Bobby commented. He put his hand on Sam again.

"Sammy, we are going to move you to the Impala ok? The hospital will be able to figure out what is wrong with you." Dean walked over and laid his hand on Sam's head, rubbing his hair back. Please hold on Sam, please.