Disclaimer: Wish they were mine, but no. Not in real life at least, hehe.
a/n: This one here is an extend for E/O's drabble "No grudge against the wall" and was done on request by KKBelVIS. She asked for more feverish and confused Sam, so here goes. Hope you'd enjoy it hun!
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Hour 1
Sam felt his way by propping himself to the wall. His balance was off. So when he tripped over their duffle, he went down with a crash.
"Sam?"
Dean was up and awake, and by Sam's side in no time. Cool fingers grappled his scorching forehead.
Hazel eyes opened to find the green ones staring back worriedly. 'Gotta' cover it up!'
"Just wanna' check the laundry…my turn." Grinning goofily, Sam hugged the duffle and pouted when it ran way.
The bed was approaching.
"Uhuh?"
And the blanket wrapped him tight.
"Honest!"
One hand carded his hair.
"Yeah…"
"You're all bossy!"
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Hour 2
"Dean…?"
Dean checked the clock on the wall. With the fever spiking, he had anticipated the delirium to start around midnight. He was right.
"Yeah Sam…M'here." He dabbed a washcloth on Sam's face.
Hazel eyes opened in slivers, unfocused.
"Dean!!!" Sam threw his arms around Dean's middle, hugging him tight.
Flinching at the heat on Sam's body, Dean stiffened.
"I'm sorry…I put a scratch on your baby!! I'm bad!!" Weeping like a child, Sam sounded scared and guilty as hell.
Instead of running for the Impala, Dean flicked Sam's ear.
"You scratched yourself? You really need to wear mittens dude."
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Hour 3
"Sammy?"
'Not again!' He hugged his companion tight.
"I don't understand what grudge you hold against the wall dude." Dean tried prying him away from the heavenly cool wooden planks.
Sam whimpered when he lost contact with the broad surface. 'Bye baby!'
"And you freaked out when I called the car baby." Dean half-dragged half-carried Sam back to bed.
'Ignore him wallie...he's just jealous.'
"I don't swing that way." Dean tossed Sam to the bed and tucked him in. "Unless you want to be tied up...you better start lovin' something else."
'Hi softie!' Sam cuddled the pillow and smiled contentedly.
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10 hours later...
Sam woke up to a gory sight and flinched.
Dean was sitting at the kitchen table, holding an ice pack to this nose. Thin line of blood trickled from one of his nostril.
"Morning princess." Dean's voice was hoarse and gruff. From the dark circles around his eyes and the puffy face, Sam guessed his big brother hadn't sleep at all the entire night.
"What's wrong with you?" Sam glanced at the bedside table, finding an unbelievable amount of flu medication and used washcloth.
"Your baby seemed to hold a grudge against me for parting you away from her..."
End?
a/n: Anyone care to request on feverish and confused Dean?