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Sam pulls into the first motel he finds. It's a cut above their usual choice of lodgings but Dean's been alternatively shivering and perspiring for the past half hour, sneezing fitfully, and Sam can feel the heat radiating from him even from the driver's seat.
He makes quick work of checking them in and hauling Dean's deadweight ass from the car and does the complicated part of walking for both of them.
Dumping his sibling unceremoniously on the bed nearest to the bathroom, he picks up the ice bucket.
Dean stirs, coughs into the comforter. "We make it to Texas?"
