Dean was pissed, wet, and sick. Pissed, because they had to take a plane to get to Washington because the Impala broke down from the last hunt and was in no shape to be going anywhere and the airline lost his bag of clothes. Wet, because it was raining worse than cats and dogs. And sick still from the plane ride they had took just about an hour ago.

Dean shivered outside the door of their motel room waiting for Sam to open it. "H-hurry it up S-Sammy I'm fre-freezing." Dean chattered harshly. "Don't f-feel good either s-still."

"I am going as fast as I can Dean." He said as the cold lock finally accepted the key and the door opened.

When Dean got inside he ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. Sam grimaced as he heard Dean dry heave. I can't believe he is still air sick. I think that he may have come down with something if he is still dry heaving like this. I better check him out when he gets out.

Sam reached in his bag pulling out a Hoodie and a pair of sweat pants. Dean had no clothes besides the wet ones he was wearing and if Dean was getting sick Sam wasn't going to let him stay in them. Sam turned his head to the bathroom door when he heard it open.

"Dean here are some clothes, change into them while I am in the bathroom." Sam said putting the clothes in Dean's arms. Dean nodded and Sam closed the door.

Dean went and sat on the bed closest to the bathroom and started to undress himself. First he put on the sweat pants, which were definitely longer than he expected as they reached over the ends of his feet. Man Sam is a Sasquatch. He thought to himself. Next he pulled the Hoodie over his head. That too was also big as it reached the ends of his finger tips. The hood covered most of his head as well. But he was happy it was dry and he was starting to warm up. Ok he could take wet and cold off the list.

Sam reentered and saw Dean now dressed in the clothes that Sam gave him. He laughed a little as he saw Dean looking at himself in the mirror bewildered. Sam didn't want to admit it but Dean looked cute in his gray sweat pants and blue sweater.

"Hey did you shrink?" Sam teased

"Shut up, Sasquatch." Dean said with a pouting face. Don't make fun of me! I am the bigger brother I should be taller than you.

"Ok, ok sorry. So how you feeling?" Sam asked changing the subject.

"I'm ok…Just probably still airsick."

"I don't know Dean. Usually once your feet hit solid ground you aren't anymore."

"Well I-I ATCHOO!" Dean Sneezed wetly into the sweater sleeve.

"Ok sneezing is definitely not a symptom of airsickness." Sam said in a worried tone.

Sniff, Ugh that sneeze hurt my head. Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, headache forming. Dean feeling a little weaker sat down on the bed and wrapped his arms around himself.

"Hey why don't you let me check you out?" Sam asked walking toward Dean.

"What?" Dean asked wrapping himself tighter.

"I didn't mean it in that way Dean!" sigh "I will be right back with the first aid kit." Sam walked to his bag and pulled out the kit. Dean lessened the grip on his self and let is feet touch the ground. When Sam took a better look at Dean he was starting to notice his nose was becoming red along with his cheeks.

"Here put this under your tongue." Sam instructed and Dean obeyed. Oh no! I have to sneeze I-I- Dean held the sneeze in but made his eyes hurt in return. After a couple of minutes he couldn't hold it any longer. "Atchoo! Atchoo! Atchoo!" Nonstop sneezes busted from Dean. The thermometer flew to the other side of the room. Dean finally stopped after the 7th sneeze head in his hands he moaned in pain. Sam picked up the thermometer and read it aloud "101.1 Well Dean you have a fever. This is not airsickness. Looks like we may be here longer than we thought."

Dean groaned at this. He didn't want to be sick. He hated being sick, for some reason it made him clingier and made him feel weak like a little kid. Ow I can feel my headache getting worse. "Sammy my head hurts." He said in a small voice.

"It is probably from the fever Dean. I'll get you something for it." Sam made his way through the kit grabbing pain medication and a cold pack for Dean's forehead. Sam moved the Hoodie off of Dean's head and placed the cold pack on his forehead. "This should help cool you down." Sam said with a smile. Sam was really hoping that they caught this sickness soon enough before it really got bad but he was going to have to see how Dean was doing in the morning.

Sam gave Dean the pills and a bottle of water, which Dean took graciously. Within seconds the pills were gone along with half the water. I hope that I won't have to see them again. Dean thought hopefully to himself. In just a few minutes Deans head was bobbing, he was falling asleep sitting up. Sam chuckled out loud.

"Alright Dean. How about you get into bed?"

Dean looked up at Sam with glassy eyes. "I thought I was already in bed?"

"Well I mean why don't you lay down under the covers now. Ok?"

Dean put the hood back over his head and he nodded yes.

Sam pulled the covers back and Dean got under them. Snuggling deeper into the bed and the Hoodie he looked up at Sam.

"Night Sam. You're the best little brother." Dean said with a sleepy smile.

"Night Dean." Sam said. Then he made his way into his own pj's and into his own bed, into a dreamless sleep.

TBC