Author's Note: I see this happening anywhere in Seasons 1 - 3, before things got all 'heaven vs. hell', when it was more 'Winchester boys vs. hell spawn'. Happy Birthday, LaedieDuske! Hope you like this.
A Little Sammy on the Side
by
Moviemom44
Sam laid his hand gently across Dean's forehead, his fingertips the only thermometer he trusted.
Cooler than this morning, but still warmer than normal.
Dean moaned as he lay curled up, shirtless, on the only blood-free bed.
"Easy, Dean. Just checkin'. Gotta look at your side again," Sam murmured, lifting the gauze away from the ten-inch gash he'd stitched earlier. Fuckin' wendigo got its licks in before Sam torched the bitch.
"Cold, Sammy. So cold."
"My hands? Sorry—"
"No. Me. Freezing."
Without hesitation, Sam lay down behind Dean, wrapping one arm tight against his brother's belly.
"Better?"
"Zzzzzz."
~the end~