A/N: Hello guys! Well, I hope some of you still remember me. (Yeah, it's really me – I'm still alive. :) )
A side project (A creepy fairytale version of Hänsel and Gretel) keeps me occupied but I'm hopefully done with it soon and then there will be a finally needed update of "A Storm Is Going To Come". Promise!
A real big thank you to all of you out there who are still reading/alerting/favoriting and reviewing my works!
For the timeline – SPOILER ALERT – it plays somewhere after Bobby's death.
Thanks to Muffy Morrigan for doing a quick beta-fix for me! *smishes*
This little piece of Sick!Dean is dedicated to Enkidu07! Hope you're feeling better, hon! You rock, I can't tell you that often enough! *huggles you*
Now have fun reading!
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Set Fire To The Rain
Nightmares were haunting him.
Dean shifted, coughing himself awake. It was too hot, the blankets all tangled up and suffocating.
His head was pounding, stuffed up with cotton. He blinked, the only light coming from the bedside lamp.
"Dean? You awake?" Sam's worried face was looming above him, concerned hazel eyes were watching him.
" 'appened," he rasped, shifting restlessly.
"The flu knocked you out real bad, man. You're still burning up."
"Called B'bby?"
Something in Sam's expression changed, sadness flashed inside his eyes. "You know I can't." Cool fingers brushed Dean's forehead. "Get some rest, Dean. I'll be here."
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End
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