A/N: Older word: Clammy. Don't think I'll get them all finished before school starts. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never will. I do live with a duck named Dean (Sammy didn't make it) and cats named Bobby and Corbett.
There weren't many things for which they risked hospital visits; only one not hunt related. Pneumonia was a bitch Dean didn't mess around with when it came to Sam. Waiting on tests to see how bad it was, Dean tried to appear calm.
He still couldn't get the image out of his head of Sam gasping for air, skin tinged blue. He reached over to reassure Sam by taking his hand. "You're feeling a little clammy, Sammy. Ha ha, that's you're new nickname. Clammy Sammy!" Even Sam laughed at that one, the humor easing tensions for both of them.