Set during Season 5 - Sam gets sick, Dean feels out of practice.
100 words.
Months after Sam's betrayal, the boys were still distant.
He glanced over at Sam, asleep against the headboard of the opposite bed, his hand resting on his beloved laptop; from the lack of lights on it's front, the battery had long since died.
Sighing, Dean removed the laptop before running a hand over Sam's heated cheeks as he stirred.
"Sam..."
"Dehh...hetchchsh! Ugh...Deand?" Sam sniffled, his eyes watering.
Just then, something changed.
"Thought you'd wanna lay down...you'll feel worse, sleeping like that."
Moments later, Sam shuffled under the covers as Dean tucked him in.
Order had been restored.