A/N: Happy Birthday InSecret and Helen B!!
A/N: Sam's 7, Dean's 11
100 words on the dot! ^^ Have fun reading! :)
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This Is How It Goes
Dean groaned miserably. God, the flu sucked!
"Dean, you're awake?" Sammy's quiet voice from across the room. "C'mon, you need to drink something and take your meds."
"Who made you my nurse?" Dean croaked, eyes already closing again.
"Dad did." Dean heard the fervor in Sam's young voice.
He felt the mattress shift a bit, then a small, cool hand on his forehead.
"Get off me."
"You're warmer than before. Take these, then you can sleep. I'll take care of you."
It sounded wrong. He was the big brother not Sam. But right now Dean was too tired and sick to really care.
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