Disclaimer: not mine. Lolz to the least original title ever.
Summary: Dean's a little sick, okay, but Sam is seriously overreacting. Drabble.
Note: if you are seriously dramatic and so inclined, I suppose you could read this as some strange deathbed thing with Dean in denial about his own demise. That's fine by me. But when I wrote this, I pictured Dean legitimately just down with a bad cold or something, and Sam being so overwhelmed by his life in general that seeing his brother even a little sick is enough to make him cry. D'aw :)
My Brother's Keeper
Dean's eyes are bleary, so maybe he's imagining things.
"Sam, tell me you're not..."
Sam frowns. He is.
"Dude." Speaking sends him into a coughing fit, which doesn't help. "What's wrong?" Gentler now. His throat hurts.
Sam shakes his head. "Don't like seeing you this way."
Dean snorts thickly. "I have a cold, dude. Maybe the flu. Why're you spazzing?"
Sam just blinks, eyes spilling again. "You need to rest, Dean."
"You need to calm down."
But he doesn't entirely mind. Sam's fingers are cool on his burning temples.
Dean closes his eyes.