Happy Birthday, KKBelvis! A little lighter on the limp Sam. I had a really hard time with this one but I may write another. There's never too much limp Sammy. Please let me know what you think!
Word Count: 145 *hangs head in shame*
Four Seasons
Sam knew by the undulating burn and chill that he had a high fever. He was exhausted, mind and spirit, and couldn't remember the last time he wasn't. One glance at Dean proved that he'd felt the same.
And it wasn't fair.
Determined, Sam gunned the engine, steering into the city. He banked the Impala near the curb. Dean complained, but Sam silenced him with a lethal flicker of the eyes. "We're saving the world, dude. We deserve some perks." Sam swallowed a wince as he got out of the car, blindly handing the keys the valet.
The suite was luxurious, pristine and smelled like roses and fresh coffee. Sam saw nothing but the marble tub and king-sized beds.
A hour later, he was clean, medicated, bundled in a soft, down duvet, dropping off into the best sleep he could remember.