Title: Fever
Author: Woodburner
Challenge Word: Dry
Word Count: 100 exactly
Disclaimer: They still aren't mine. I'm just playing with them.
A/N: Happy birthday PA Davis – a little delirious Dean, just for you.
Dean's skin is dry. That worries Sam more than the nonsensical ramblings pouring forth from his brother's mouth. By his reckoning, the fever should have passed several hours ago.
He rests his hand against Dean's forehead. He's still way too hot and his eyes, darting around the room, are unfocussed. Sam sighs and sits back next to Dean, who suddenly bolts upright, grasping Sam's hand in earnest desperation.
"Sam?" he croaks. "Are they still there?"
Sam pushes him down gently. They've had this conversation too many times already. "No, Dean. All the faeries have gone. It's just us here now."