A.N. Firstly Happy Birthday Mainegirlwrites! You wanted fainting Sammy, here you go!
Secondly this takes place in whatever season you want,and the gruff voice could be Bobby, could be John, could be a transvestite prostitute that Dean forgot was back at the hotel, you get the picture...you decide.
Disclaimer: It's not mine.
Sam was staring at his big brothers back, keeping about three steps behind him when everything tilted . Suddenly he was staring at flecks of mud on worn boots and wondering what the hell had happened...
Things tilted again as he was shoved in the car, out of the car then onto a couch with a gruff voice asking. "What happened?" That's what he would like to know. One final tilt of Dean leaning his forehead up against his and huffing a sigh into his cheeks.
"You fainted. Fever." a soft snort. "You're such a damsel Sammy."
Jerk.