3rd Person P.O.V.
"C'mon Dean, you need rest. Pull over and let me drive," Sam said.
"I'm fine Sammy," Dean said in a hoarse voice.
"Sure you are, just stop at a hotel or something for the night please," Sam pleaded.
"Sammy, I said I was fine," Dean coughed, then sneezed and wiped at his nose with his sleeve.
"Don't you dare tell me it is allergies Dean, I know they're not. Please, just pull over you need to rest."
"Sammy, I swear I'm fine, but I will stop at the next hotel for you to sleep in a bed, not the front seat of my baby."
"Sure whatever Dean, whatever you think is best."
The nest hotel he saw, Dean stopped and they checked in. There was a drug store down the street, so Sam decided to go get Dean some medicine. Sam came back with a grocery bag.
"What's in the bag? Is it booze?" Dean asked lying on a bed.
"No I brought some cold medicine, and I'm not having you drunk and sick."
"I'm not sick." Dean coughed again.
"Sure you aren't."
"Shut up Sammy"
"Take these." Sam tossed a bottle of Tylenol to Dean.
"I'm fine."
"I'll call Castiel."
"Fine, I'll take them." He popped a few pills in his mouth and swallowed them.
"Thank you."
"Whatever."
The End