Author's Note: the song is called Dream Come True by Frozen Ghost. Don't own the song or characters. Enjoy. Also, reviews are good.
Dream Come True
Love, undying love is all I have
A handful of words, that might make you laugh
And all the strength you need
To make it through
All your troubled times
I give all of myself to you
Only you
My dream come true
"Dean. Breakfast." Sam said, walking into the motel room. He briefly glanced at Dean and saw that he was still asleep. He shrugged, put the coffee and the bag on the table and sat down. He pulled out his breakfast sandwich and grabbed his coffee. He opened up his laptop and was about to start a search for a hunt when he heard a small groan coming from the lump on the bed. He turned his head and saw Dean fall out of bed and quickly crawl to the bathroom.
Sam followed him into the bathroom just as he finished puking into the toilet. Concern creasing his forehead and fill his eyes, as he wet a cloth and turned Dean to face him.
"You okay, babe?" Sam asked as he cleaned Dean's flushed face. Dean's eyes slid closed and didn't answer. Sam tossed the cloth into the sink and slipped one arm under Dean's shoulder and helped him to his feet. Sam hissed at the heat coming through Dean's shirt. Dean placed his hand on the edge of the sink and Sam gave him a glass of water. Dean swished and spit into the sink, still only half aware of what was going on around him.
"Sam?" Dean slurred, his eyes still closed. Half walking and half stumbling back to bed with Sam's help.
"Yeah. You're burning up." Sam said, helping his brother down on to his bed. Dean flopped down on his back and started shivering, attempting to crawl under the blankets and sheets.
He grabbed the first aid kit and pulled out the tympanic thermometer that he had swiped a while ago from an E.R. While he waited on the temperature, he went into the bathroom and wet a cloth in cold water. The thermometer was ready when he came back out. He placed the cloth on Dean's forehead and received a small moan of pleasure. When Sam checked on the reading, his breath caught in his chest at the high temperature reading.
"Dean, what the hell?" Sam said quietly, concern clear in his hazel eyes as he looked at the unconscious form on the bed. "Why didn't you tell me you me you felt sick?" He said, shutting off the thermometer. Sam placed a wastebasket close to the bed in case Dean need to throw up. He went back to the table to eat, watching his lover/brother the whole time. Most people wouldn't approve of his relationship with Dean, but they didn't care. He was also starting to think about asking Dean to find a place where no one knew them, buy a house and settle down. Maybe get a dog. They could get real jobs and only hunt when they felt like it.
After Sam finished his breakfast, he took the now warm cloth from Dean's face and went to wet it again. This time he sat down beside Dean and used the cloth to wipe down his face and neck. Dean's face scrunched up in fear as he started to whimper and thrash around.
"Hey. Hey. Hey, Dean. Come on. Calm down. You're okay and so am I." Sam said, trying his best to reassure the feverish man. Then he made a slightly different face that Sam recognized as the 'I'm going to throw up now' face and he quickly grabbed the wastebasket. Dean wasn't even awake when he threw up this time, although by the time he was done he was semi-conscious.
"S'mmy?" Dean slurred as he propped himself up on one elbow.
"Yeah, baby, I'm right here." Sam replied.
"You okay?" Dean asked looking at the younger man intently with feverish green eyes.
"I'm fine, Dean. You're the one who's sick." Sam softly said, picking up the wastebasket as Dean flopped over onto his back, breathing quickly and harshly. Sam took the wastebasket into the bathroom, rinsed it out and put it back beside the bed. He looked over to Dean, saw his closed eyes and hoped that the other man was sleeping. He refreshed the cloth and wiped down Dean's flushed face and neck.
Sam looked at Dean with love and a good deal of worry and came to a decision. He placed the cloth back on Dean's forehead and went and got a bowl from the kitchenette. He filled it with cool water and placed it on the nightstand, rinsed the cloth in it, carefully pulled back the covers and wiped Dean down, hoping that it would help to cool him off.
Dean sighed in unconscious pleasure at the nice cooling air that hit his body and relaxed a little more into sleep. Sam rinsed the cloth again, placed it back on Dean's forehead, then he went and got two more wet, cool cloths and placed them on either side of Dean's neck. He carefully carded his hand through Dean's hair, placed a gentle kiss on his head and then went to use the bathroom.