The Winchester brothers had just finished a hunt with and angry spirit, and boy was it angry. It had tossed Dean around like a rag doll. Though it was nothing too serious and the boys returned to their grimy motel room in the impala, also known as the Winchester's sister.

When they arrived at the hotel room Dean had the first shower. The warm water felt great on his sore muscles from being the punching bag of a very angry spirit. When he was done he hit the hay. Sam chuckled to himself as he went to take his own shower, it amused him slightly that Dean was so tired. When he exited the bathroom after his shower he was not surprised to find Dean snoring lightly. Sam smiled affectionately at his brother. He looked so young and careless when he was sleeping, very unlike when he was awake. Dean had a lot of stress on his shoulders and Sam couldn't help feel that most of that was because of him. But Sam was too tired to dwell on it for too long and soon followed his big brothers example and went to bed.

Sam felt like he has just rolled over when he was awoken. He heard a noise and tensed, he looked over to Dean's bed to find it empty. Then he realized what the sound was. It was retching. He ran to the bathroom to see Dean hunched over the toilet emptying his stomach into it.

"Dean, you okay?" he asked. What a stupid question, he thought right after asking it. Dean just nodded.

"Yea cause you look fantastic," replied Sam sarcastically. Sam was worried but he didn't want to make Dean think he was babying him so he just leaned against the doorframe until it looked like Dean was done. Dean just leaned his head against the wall not even bothering to shift his position from in front of the toilet. Sam knelt down beside Dean and put a hand reassuringly on his brothers back.

"Come on Dean let's get you back to bed," said Sam with just enough authority to make sure Dean would listen to him. Dean let Sam help him up and back into bed. He tried to give Sam a death glare when he pulled the blankets over him, but it didn't get across very well. He had dark circles under his eyes and his freckles stood out against his very pale skin.

"It's okay Dean, you can let me help you too once in a while," Sam said. Dean looked up at his little bro, he knew Sammy would always look after him if he needed it. But he was the big brother he was supposed to be the one to take care of Sammy, and that's how it will always be. But Dean decided for now he would let Sammy help him not just because he needed help, but he knew if he refused he would hurt Sam's feelings. And he didn't want that. And he didn't want to be looked at with those puppy dog eyes. He swore he could get Sam to get a woman to hand over her first born child if he gave them the puppy dog eyes. Dean snapped back into the real world when he felt a rough hand on his forehead and cheeks.

"Well Dean you defiantly have a fever, and since you just threw up your stomachs content I'm gunna guess you have the flu" Sam concluded, Dean just looked at him with tired eyes and blinked, communicating that he has heard Sam. "Though I thought you were supposed to have a headache and a sore throat and stuff first." Dean just gave a shrugging motion.

"Maybe just a bit sick from being tossed around," he said. Sam shrugged.

"Maybe. Just get some sleep and we will see how are in the morning."

"'Kay" Dean murmured and was asleep as soon as his eyes closed. Sam hoped Dean would be better in the morning, but he was glad that Dean accepted his help. That meant Dean realized Sam would always be there to help. Sam knew Dean wanted to seem tough and strong, but sometimes even the hero needs a rest.

Sam went back to his bed and was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Dean twitched in his sleep. He saw flashes of red, darkness, blood, and an array of instruments of torture.