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Normal Perspective

One hour later nothing had changed in the car. John was still driving, while Dean tried to cool the boy in his arms down. Only once Sam was awake in this time, when Dean urged him to drink some water.

"Shush, Sammy, everything is alright." Dean soothed his little brother, when he began to shiver violently. John suppressed a grin when he saw Dean brush his nose over Sam's hair, along with his hand.

John knew that Dean didn't want to let his guard down. Since Sammy decided to become Sam, Dean was still there for his brother -like always- but Dean also came up with 'chick-flick-moments' and that they should be banned from the Winchester's life. But though John didn't count he was pretty sure that his older son was the one who brought these moments up most of the time. Dean would definite never hesitate to give his brother the needed reassurance.

"Has he a nightmare?" John asked. Dean winced at this sudden question.

"No… I think this is caused by his fever." Dean stated desperately, Sam's breathing was rattling, because of the coughing. "What can I do? He definite won't take medicine."

"Why not?" John asked facing the street in the dim light.

"Right… you weren't there last time he was ill." Dean really didn't mean to sound harsh, but John couldn't ignore the undertone.

"Sorry" Dean apologized when he realized what he just said.

"It's okay." John smiled sadly, the boy was right, the last time Sam was really ill, he was hunting an angry spirit; so Dean had to patch his brother up again. "What happened when he took the drugs?"

Dean let out a sarcastic chuckle: "Let's say that he responded a little moody to this medicine. When he was healthy again, we both were psychically stressed out. It freaked us both out, he was really… emotional. He was thinking even more than usually…" Dean trailed off at this memory.

Dean neither wanted to give Sam the medicine, he couldn't deal with Sam's sadness again… he wouldn't be able to have another chat with him about their mom and their dad and their whole screwed life. It was pretty much the first time Sam had seen Dean cry.

John seemed to read his son's thoughts, so he didn't push, knowing that some things were just between the brothers.

A movement from Sam got Dean back to reality, now the younger boy was shivering hard against his older brother's chest, his head resting under Dean's head.

Dean took his jacket and tucked it around Sam, gently moving his hands over Sam's back and neck. "He is freezing, dad." Dean complained, looking at the back of his father's head, his face set in a 'super-cool' mask.

"Okay" John stated, looking in the mirror before pulling over at the side of the road, stopping the car. "Wake him up." He said and got out of the car.

John smiled fondly, when he took a closer look at his boys. Immediately, when Dean thought that their father didn't see him anymore, he lost his 'I-don't-care'- behaving and spoke to his little brother.

"Sammy, wake up" Dean whispered, gently pushing Sam into a sitting position, caressing his cheek with his thumb, waiting for Sam to open his eyes.

"Hey" Dean breathed, smiling at Sam, who blinked tiredly, trying to fix his eyes at Dean.

"Here, drink." The older teen handed his little brother an open bottle, letting him take small sips, when their father appeared behind Sam.

"Move over, boys" John ordered kindly, settling down on the other side of Sam, so the three Winchsters were sitting in the back, Sam cuddled against Dean, facing his father.

"Open your mouth." John told his youngest, when he failed by shoving a thermometer into Sam's mouth. Though Sam didn't want to obey, he eventually had to, when he couldn't get air into his lungs, not being able to breath through his nose.

"Under your tongue, lil bro" Dean smiled into his brother's hair, crossing his arms tight in front of his brother's chest. He knew the trick; he had used it a millionth times.

Too tired and exhausted to fight, Sam just leaned back against Dean, waiting for the thermometer to beep. "Wow, Sam, 101.1 °F… boy, that's much." John stated.

"Dad" Dean warned, when he saw the rage in John's eyes, but this time John didn't want to be calmed.

"You know, if you had told us that you were going to be ill two days ago, we could have prevented this." Sam flinched, trying to concentrate on the strong arms, which were wrapped around him.

"Sorry" Sam whispered, when John tuck a blanket around his boys. His movements were gentle and slow, making Sam feel more comfortable.

"I just have no idea what to do, Sammy." John's voice was soft again, ruffling Sam's hair affectionately. "We are in the middle of nowhere and I don't know whether your fever may get worse."

"Dean" John addressed his older son, who had again an unreadable face. "If he really gets worse, tell me. I will drive on." He knew that the boys have dealt with similar situations all by themselves, so they would achieve it this time, too.

"Okay." Dean yawned, while Sam buried himself fully between the blanket and his brother. "Sammy, do you want to sleep again?" Dean asked, looking down at him.

"Can't… hurts" Sam coughed.

Dean made sure that John's eyes were glued to the street, before turning back to his brother, shifting so that he leaned against the door, Sam in the middle of his chest, the top of Sam's head resting beside Dean's cheek on his shoulder. Dean gently began to massage his brother's temples, his own forehead laying in Sam's hair.

"Hey Dean" Sam whispered quietly, when his coughing had stopped, looking up at his brother.

"Yeah?" Dean smiled, glancing in his brother's eyes.

"Thanks" Sam moved a little to wrap an arm around his brother waist. "You know, for being there for me."

"Sure thing, bro." Dean said, brushing his lips against Sam's forehead and for once he didn't mind to let his guard down, he didn't even mind that his father was grinning goofily in the front seat.

The End??

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