A/N: E/O Drabble challenge. "Thermometer".
Summary: A moment of brotherly fluff. Dean's sick.
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Thermometer's and Airplanes
"Open wide." Sam said as he tried to pry the thermometer into Dean's mouth.
"Uh-uh. I'm not sick Sammy!" Dean protested; he laid in the motel bed, glaring at the thermometer that Sam had in his hand. He then sneezed, and sniffled. He moaned; he felt like utter garbage.
"C'mon Dean, please?" Sam tried again. Dean just shook his head no like a stubborn child.
Sam sighed. "If you don't let me help you, I'm going to force you on an airplane."
Dean gulped. "Fine." He grumbled as he gave in. A triumphant grin spread across Sam's face.