A/N: Set shortly & vaguely after My Brother's Keeper. No real plot; I'm having a bad morning and needed a little fluff & comfort.
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In a normal life, Dean wouldn't be knocked on his ass for most of a day by the flu. In a normal life, he probably would've seen a doctor and gotten prescriptions that kicked the bug out of him in no time flat.
But it wasn't a normal life. It was their life. And in their life, even Darkness being unleashed on earth couldn't trump ferocious vertigo. So he was sick and miserable, anchored to his bed by fever, muscle aches, and dizziness, dependent on Sam for pain killers and ice chips and keeping track of which side was up.
"Hey, how're you doing?" Sam whispered from the half opened door into the darkened room. The only light came from farther down the hallway.
"Feels like I'm hanging upside down."
"It's four hours; time for more medicine."
Dean grumbled but managed to push himself upright and swallow the aspirin, Dramamine, and glass of water that Sam offered him, without dropping them or throwing them back up.
"Heard anything from Cas?"
"Nothing. I keep trying," Sam said. "He doesn't answer his phone, he doesn't answer anything."
Before Dean could ask if maybe they should try Crowley, Sam put the back of his hand against Dean's forehead.
"Really?" Dean asked.
"Like you haven't done this to me a million times in my life."
"That's different. You were a kid."
"I was thirty-one."
"Like I said…" Dean handed Sam the glass and dropped back onto his pillow. "So, what's the prognosis, Florence?" Even in the semi-darkness, he could see Sam's 'bitch-face'.
"That no matter what, you will always be a pain in my ass."
"So, I'm going to live."
There was a definite pause before ~ and a definite tremor in ~ Sam's answer, "You better."
And another pause before Dean could say, "I will, Sammy. I promise."
Sam cleared his throat and sniffed and cleared his throat again and turned to head out of the room.
"I'll bring you some more ice. I'll be right back."
"Thanks," Dean said. Yeah, this was their life. But maybe it wasn't so bad.
The End.
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