A/N: It's been a few challenges since I did a h/c drabble, so here we go : )

Disclaimer: If I owned them, most of the time I don't think they'd survive…at least very long XD

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Sam thrashed weakly in his opponents grip, battling an unseen foe that left him sweating and breathless.

Dean sat, muscles tense and anxious to step into the fray, though he felt absolutely

useless, arms crossed in his lap as he watched his brother struggle.

Winchesters would rather face vampires than viruses.

Big brother was fully armed: thermometer in one hand, water-soluble aspirin in the other.

He would bide his time, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The big guns were still held in reserve-The hospital.

Whatever it took, Dean was certain of one thing: This asinine illness was going down.