Dean ran his hand over his forehead and through his hair.
A slight shiver made its way through his body as he shifted in the chair.
He knew he was probably getting sick too, but that wasn't a concern for him right now.
He stood up and walked over to the pile of covers on the motel bed, the lump barely concealing all 6 foot 5 of giant baby brother underneath.
Sam definitely did not have a low-grade fever, as Dean brushed the sweaty bangs off his feverish head.
"Hang in there, Sammy, I'm gonna be right here for you."