"No, Sammy. Dn't... wan... it!"
The statement was accompanied by a petulant pout and a weak handed push away the proffered Gatorade.
Sam would have laughed at the childish frown on his brothers fevered face but his temperature was nearly off the scale.
"I thought you liked the orange one best, Dean?"
He gently offered the much needed drink to Dean's dry, cracked lips only to be met with a sulky, defiant shake of the head.
"Try this one?"
Sam offered the blue and Dean chugged down a long swallow.
He smiled dreamily.
"Wolverine only drinks the blue one, Sammy!"