Dean rolls over and begins having another coughing fit. Sam walks out of their motel bathroom and shoots him a look. "You sure you don't need a doctor?" The coughing subsides and Sam gets his answer. "I'm fine. It's just a damn cold."
Sam sets on the edge of his bed and puts on his shoes. "So I guess I'm going to talk to Miss Acher alone?" He looks over at Dean's bed and hears him groan. "Where's the keys, Dean?" he gives his younger brother a rude gesture then blindly points towards the nightstand. Sam takes the keys. "I'll let you know what she says." Dean pulls the pillow over his head. "Bitch." While walking towards the door he smiles. "Jerk."
The door closes with a metallic click and Dean sighs. His throat and chest hurts. All of his muscles ache and his head throbs. "This sucks."
