He never stopped looking out for Sam.
Even when they were up against something not so supernatural.
Dean placed his hand on Sam's forehead.
He felt clammy and cool despite the sweat Dean could see on his brow.
"Ughh Dean. Don't feel so good", Sam slurred from under the covers.
Sam had to pick now to come down with the flu.
"It's ok, little brother", Dean reassured, as he took in Sam's sickly pallor.
He quickly reached for the garbage can and had it under Sam's chin just as he started again.
Always looking out for him.
That was Dean.