As always I own nothing but my miriad of laptops, the boys are Kripke's and his alone.
Part of him was surprised that his brother had managed to stumble as far as he had, but then this was Dean. He didn't know how to give in, even when he was so hurt.
But Sam knew when he felt Dean's fevered body slump against his own as they staggered through the snow that he had to rest.
He knew too that Dean was really bad 'cause he didn't object when he pulled him into the scant cover of the fallen tree, wrapped his arms around him and rocked him as he shuddered in pain as sleep claimed him.