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A/N: This is the finally to a on going story i sort of had. The stories in it were Dreams, Illness, and Hell Again. the only one i recomend reading first is Illness to understand whats going on. and finally HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAD SERVER!
"What happened Sammy?" Dean mumbled disorented.
"You passed out. Dude, you're sick."
"No im not i just needed to sleep. How long was I out?"
"A couple of hours. I was about to take you to the hospital. But then you started screaming. Why?"
"Uh, bad dream. nothing big." Sam could tell Dean didn't want to talk about it.
"I should still take you to the hospital. you look awful"
"I'm fine. I'm not sick"
"Yeah. Sure." Quickly, Sam pressed his hand to Deans forehead.
"DUDE!! I'm not sick!" Dean batted Sam's hand off of his head. But not before Sam felt how hot Dean was.
"Dean, you're sick. I won't take you to a clinic but at least take some medicine okay?"
"No"
"Why not? is this some stupid macho thing? You don't want to take meds cuz you can ride it out on your own? or are you refusing to admit you have a fever"
"No it's not that"
"What is it then?" Sam asked, thinking he knew the answer. that his brother didn't want to feel vunerable, and weak. but Deans reply surprised him.
"It tastes disgusting"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Quit whining and swallow these." Sam said, tossing a bottle of fever reducing pills to Dean that he got out of his duffle.
Dean glared at Sam, and dry swallowed two pills. He made a face.
"Disgusting."