"Not hungry?" Sam asked Dean from across the table. Dean face was buried in his arms which were resting on the table. "Not really, man my head is killing me…" Dean mumbled. Dean removed his had from his arms revealing his pale face. Sam was concerned about Dean, he had been looking tired most of the day and just before dinner he started scratching his arm. Frequently. Sam was jolted from his thoughts when Dean started to cough, that too had seemed to form over night. "Come'on lest get back on the road. We are almost to Bobby's place." Dean said getting up from the booth. Sam put down the money for the meal and followed his brother out the door.

In the Car Dean continued to scratch. He really hated how the day was going, since this morning he had been feeling off. Tired, nauseas, and for some unknown reason itchy! My God it seemed like it would never stop. The car swerved as he reached to scratch his back.

"Dean, are you trying to kill us?" Sam said grabbing the wheel of the Impala and taking it back into the right lane.

"No, just had an itch." Dean said taking a hold of the wheel again.

"Dean, are you ok?" Man that seem to be the only words coming out of Sam's mouth lately, ever since Dean had come back from Hell.

"Fine Sam, just fine." Dean said as he squirmed some more. Both of them just stayed silent the rest of the ride home. Sam knew that Dean was getting annoyed with him. But hell you would probably keep asking someone you cared about if they were ok. Sam was worried about Dean, still afraid that somehow he would lose him again.

Sam walked into Bobby's house first Dean trailing behind coughing. "Hey Bobby."

"Sam, Dean! What brings you boys here?" Bobby said greeting them both.

"I need some help with research on a job. I was wondering if maybe you had some books we could use, and.." Sam pointed behind him to his older brother. "Yeah."

Bobby looked past Sam to see a sick and tired looking Dean "Really Sam?" Bobby asked looking back at Sam.

"Yeah."

"Alright, sure. Dean go up stares and take a shower or something, you look like death." Bobby said motioning to the stairs.

"Yeah, yeah I get it. I look like crap. I'm going." Dean responded as he made his way up the stairs. Both Sam and Bobby watched him go up and around the corner before looking back at each other.

"So what's wrong with him?" Bobby asked once he heard the bathroom door close.

"Well I'm not too sure. He has been coughing since early this morning, he says he is tired, and not hungry." Bobby chuckled at that. Dean not hungry, now that was something very rare. "Yeah I know, it surprised me too. But recently he has been scratching."

"Scratching?"

"Yeah…I am worried about that. I'm not too sure about what-" Sam was cut off by his brother's shriek. Sam and Bobby rushed up the stairs to the bathroom. Swinging open the door there stood Dean in his boxers in shock.

There Dean stood covered in little red dots all over his body. "What the hell is wrong with me?"Sam and Bobby started to laugh uncontrollably causing Dean to crack back "Don't laugh at me! Something is seriously wrong here! Sammy what's wrong with me!"

Sam continued to laugh he just couldn't help it Dean looked so cute and funny. "Boy you're sick alright and you're only going to get sicker before you get better." Bobby answered. Dean gave him a questionable look. "Dean you got the chickenpox." Then he continued to laugh.

Dean started to scratch again, the urge uncontrollable. "I-I can't have the chickenpox! I had them when I was four! Dad said so!"

"Well you said when you came back from hell your body was made a new. So you could have chickenpox again." Sam said pointing out the facts.

Dean started to shiver, his fever forming and taking a hold. He wrapped his arms around himself, rubbing his hands up and down. "Th-This s-sucks." Dean chattered.

Sam placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, "Come'on Dean let's get you into bed you got a long week ahead of you." Dean shrugged his brother's shoulder away.

"I can walk to the bed myself thank you. I'm not dying Sam." Sam stayed behind and watched Dean walk into the guest bedroom.

"Let's go down stairs Sam, I'll help you find the books you want."Bobby said making his way down. Sam really wanted to make sure his brother was ok but knew what Bobby was trying to say. Dean needed some time alone to relax and sleep and with Sam around that wasn't really possible.

TBC