Interesting plot and very in character. Was great to read!

I love the sheet and the water and the cloth and the bandaging. It's good to see Dean finally get this moment of respite and Sam-comfort.

I love Dean approaching panic at the thought that his body can't take that much more and that if it gives out, Sam's toast. And the awesome perceptiveness/steadiness/wryness/generosity of Rachel.

This was well done! I very much enjoyed it.

I absolutely loved this story. I'm adding it to my favorites and look forward to reading more of your stories. Loved the sick!Dean.

Maybe Im a bit late on reviewing this story but I would like to share my review. I love it. I really do. I love to see how you make the story of the brothers so interesting. I mean Dean sick, Sam being kidnapped.. arguing bout their father.. that so good. Anyway i love the way you tortured Dean. More than the way tortured Sam. Make it more please! Hehe.. Good job!=)

Great ending to a really enjoyable fic. You write the boys really well, and made me kinda nostalgic for season 1... Might have to dig out the boxset!

And I'm not surprised Rachel hit on Dean - even looking like roadkill I'm sure he was gorgeous!

I'm glad Dr Jackson was sympathetic! It must be hard for the boys to trust anyone in their line of work, but I guess they have to when they need professional medical help!

Okay I'm just going back to re-read the 'undressing Dean' part...

That was a really well-developed case fic, great pacing and development and idea. Dean's sickness was a very nice touch, too. I really enjoyed the hunt and rescue. My one wish--I'd have loved to have seen Sam put back Dean's shoulder, which we know he can do! But I liked it very much.

Fab as always! Thanks for the ride :)

Great chapter! Very exciting! Loved the ending especially too! :)

Thank you, thank you, thank you for this absolute masterpiece!
I truly am not worthy. Bows to the master and clutches fic to chest petting it. It had everything I could ever want in a fic. Hurt, protective big brother Dean and vulnerable, earnest Sammy with a lot of action and even a couple of really likable OC's. With evil Kripke pitting the boys against each other this season and breaking my heart this fic is just what I needed to get my brotherly moments and revisit the warm fuzzies of the early seasons when it was the boys against the supernatural evils of the world. Love this fic so much!

excellent story! I loved the chemistry between Dean and Rachel, you captured Dean and Sam perfectly, throughout the entire story. loved this!!

I LOVED THE WHOLE thing, but haven't had a chance to go chapter by chapter like I usually and like to do, but I wanted to review my favorite chapter which was this one so you'd know how I MUCH I THOROUGHLY lapped up all of the wonderful Dean pain and suffering. My ABSOLUTE favorite kind of Dean story! You had me at the first dizzy spell! I felt every ache, every struggle, every ounce of determination you gave Dean. It is so believable to imagine Dean plowing along on sheer adrenaline to save Sam. I LOVED Rachel and the hint of romance between them at the end is just TOO cute. I hope to get to the others, but in case I don't get to them soon, I wanted you to know how much I loved the story and this chapter especially.

Fav. Parts:

Not only that, but his concentration was shot to hell by the piercing pain in his head, and his vision blurred by vertigo. Several times his steering had wavered, and he’d been saved by Rachel’s shouted warning.

He was lucky he’d made it this far without wrapping the car around a tree.

He glanced at Rachel. Judging from her white face and tight lips, she was in full agreement.

Rachel blew out a long breath. “You know what, hotshot? Next time, I drive.”

-- LOVED this!

Dean got out of the car, wincing as aching back and leg muscles protested. His legs buckled and he steadied himself against the door, then pushed his .45 into the waistband of his jeans and hefted his shotgun. He turned to Rachel.

--sigh!

“You’re not coming with me this time,” he said firmly.

--so like Dean to be protective...


Rachel vigorously shook her head. “No way. You should see yourself, Dean. You look like hell, and you’re so dizzy you can barely focus on me. How are you going to save your brother if you pass out on the way to the cabin?”

Dean slumped back against the door of the Impala and closed his eyes for a moment. Rachel was right. The vertigo was a constant companion now. Every muscle and joint in his body ached and throbbed, speaking was beyond painful and his head hurt so badly he just wanted to scream for the pain to go away. The heat through his body told him the fever was intensifying, despite the chills that racked his body more and more frequently. He felt on the edge of collapse and cursed the illness that had stolen his strength. What if his body betrayed him before he could get to Sam?

--AWESOME description...I'm such a sick puppy.

Rachel took a step toward him and laid a hand on his arm. “You can do this, Dean. You’re almost there. You just need to let me help you.”

He could do this. He had to do this. There wasn’t a choice. “Okay.” He took a wavering breath and drew himself up straight. “You can come as far as the cabin.”

-- ...Yet so practical. Realizing his limitations and the need to save Sam.


Her eyes widened. “I can’t just leave you here.”

“Yes, you can. You have to. I’m not risking your life, too.”

She hesitated, then nodded. “Good luck.”

--*thud... my hero!


Pain exploded, reverberating through his skull like a shockwave and his vision blurred. Hee struggled to stay on his feet as Miller began to beat at him wildly with the poker.

--Man, this guy must have adrenaline for blood!


Dean cried out in pain as he felt bones snap, but closed his fist and held on grimly.

Dean fought darkness and nausea and opened the locket with shaking fingers.

--sigh...


Dean shook his head, which proved to be a big mistake as the room immediately began to spin. His head was on the verge of exploding, his legs were like Jell-O and his shoulder and shattered hand hurt like hell.

--cool!

“Sure. What are you going to do?”

Her voice seemed to come from a great distance, almost drowned out by the roaring in his ears.

“Me?” He glanced at Sam – alive, whole and safe.

His vision was beginning to close in. “I think… I think… I’m just gonna… pass…”

As the floor rushed up to meet him, all Dean felt was a sense of profound relief.

-- I was as tired as he was by the end!


Great! Enjoyed it all!

Awesome!! Just awesome! You really made my day, hon!! ^^ And it's so sad, that this one is over! Hope to read some new work by you soon! ;)

*hugs*