AN: Ok so it's 12.30 in the morning. I feel all mushy and I've been watching Supernatural so I just started to write. This is the first fic I have ever done that is all dialogue. Unless you count the fics I wrote in a letter type format. But they're different because they are one person at a time.
It's very short and mushy and maybe it doesn't make sense because I'm tired. But here it is any way. Sam's sick and almost delirious I guess. You know how when you're real sick you might start babbling on and want lots of comfort. Well that's the setting for this.
Do You Still Love Me?
Do you still love me Dean?
Sam. Shhh. Go back to sleep you're sick.
But, answer…unless that is you're answer and you just don't want to say it 'cause you don't.
Sammy, you're burning up, now's not the time for a deep and meaningful. You need sleep.
I'll take that as a no then.
Sammy. What kind of question is that anyway? You think I'd be sitting here on the edge of the bed at 3 in the morning, hand feeding you water and pills if I didn't.
You never say it…you never tell me. After all the crap I've pulled I don't blame you if you don't. It's…
Sammy! Doesn't it show? Gees would you go to hell for someone you don't love. Would you jump in front of bullets for someone you don't love? Do I need to go on? God Sam.
Well then would it kill you to say it out loud once in a while?
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Well? Look I'll go first. I love you Dean.
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I love you too Sam.
See, that wasn't hard. Night Dean.
*sigh* Night Sam.