"Hehh…Hehh…Hehhh'RSHH-uhh."

Yet again. That was the fourth time Sam was startled awake by his brother's sneezing. Tiredly, he turned in his seat and took a glance at him. Dean looked really exhausted but kept on driving. Sam had tried to persuade him to let him drive instead, but Dean was very stubborn. Especially when it came to driving his baby. He wouldn't let anyone else do it. Not even his brother.

"Hehh… Oh fuck…Hihhhh... Huhh'ESHH-ehh,"

Dean didn't have the time to turn away, so he sneezed all over himself, swearing like a sailor.

"Goddamit, will this never sto…hhhh….hehh'GTSHH."

This time he almost smacked his head against the steering wheel, so Sam decided it would be a lot safer to stop the car. He steered to the side of the road and told Dean to listen.

"Whad's the madder, Sabby?"

Dean looked very pathetic, his eyes were red-rimmed and so was his nose. The rest of his face was pale and he looked like he just had gotten out of a grave. It scared Sam.

"Dude, you look like death warmed over! I know that there's something wrong with you!" His puppy dog eyes focused on him.

Dean opened his mouth to contradict, but all that came out was coughing. He kept on coughing for about a minute and Sam was worried he could suffocate so he rubbed in circles over his back and waited till the coughing subsided.

"Th…Thanks," Dean croaked, his face red and sweaty.

"You ready to admit that you're not fine?"

Sam pushed him to answer.

Dean sighed weakly. He was too exhausted to argue.

"Yeah Sam. I feel awful. I've been feeling awful since I woke up this morning. But it's none of your business."

Sam stroked his brother's hot cheek. This was probably the most honest thing he'd ever admitted. Sam felt somewhat proud.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? You know I wouldn't be mad at you."

Dean shrugged and avoided his look. "I didn't want to be a bother."

Sam's lips escaped a sigh.

"You're not. It's okay, really. Let us just change seats, then you'll be able to get some rest."

"Mmmmn."

Dean opened the driver's door, stepped out and froze immediately, one hand pressed against the car for support.

"Ohh…God. I feel … dizzy."
His already white face turned even paler as he couldn't trust his legs anymore and was about to faint.

Quickly, Sam's strong arms steadied him, guiding him to the passenger seat.

"Dean, take it easy. Easy, man." Sam gently helped him climb into the car and fastened his seat belt.

"S'mmy?" Dean weakly turned his face to him. "I don't feel that good."

Sam felt his heart twinge in sympathy, usually his brother wouldn't admit such things. This was another proof of how off he was, and how badly he needed to get some rest.

"I know, Dean. I'll look for the nearest hotel, it won't be long. Just try to sleep." Sam stroked his overheated cheek and got into the car again, closing the door silently.

"Sammy?" Dean suddenly murmured.

"Yeah?" Sam looked up from driving.

"I don't do tea."

Shivering, Dean cracked an eye open. His sight was blurry and his head ached. Slowly he moved his head around and inspected his surroundings.

It looked like a hotel room. After a reassuring glance at the other bed where Sam's clothes were piled, he knew that Sam couldn't be far away and closed his heavy eyelids again.

"Heh'MKTchh" As he caught a sudden sneeze in his sleeve, he noticed that he was wearing one of Sam's giant hoodies and his lips escaped a sigh. He didn't remember how he got there, obviously he had been sleeping a few hours since it was already dark outside.

As a warm hand gently touched his warm cheek, he moaned and leaned in the touch.

"Dean? Hey, Dean." A soft voice whispered his name into his ear and he slowly opened his eyes. It was Sam, holding something in his hand that looked like a spoon. After a few seconds it dawned on him that it actually was a spoon. "Come on, you need to take this. Open your mouth, just for me, please." He eyed the content of the spoon which suspiciously looked like icky medicine.

"Please, Dean. I want you to feel better."

Sam leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on his hot forehead.

"You're burning up. We outta do something to lower your fever."

Dean nodded slowly, too out of it to say anything at all, and complied. "Good boy," Sam stroked his cheek as Dean made a face because of the awful taste. After he finally had gulped it down, his brother offered him an unscrewed water bottle. "Drinking helps, you know."

Dean eyed the bottle but didn't drink from it.

"What?" Sam gave him a worried look.

"Mahhvesmtea?" He slurred and blushed slightly.

"Come again?" Sam sat down and inched closer to him.

"May I have some tea instead?" Dean repeated quietly.

A smile spread over Sam's face as he answered.

"Sure. Lemme just get up."

As he entered the kitchen he chuckled.

"You don't do tea, yeah, sure. Haha, aww, Dean."

When Sam returned, Dean was quivering with cold and had wrapped his arms around himself, teeth chattering.

"Aww, poor you. You're really feeling awful, aren't you?"

Sam set the tray down on the bed stand and sat down next to his brother. "Want some tea? It'll help you warm up."

He passed him the steaming mug, put an arm around him and allowed him to huddle up against him.

"You warmer?" Sam asked after a while, glad that his brother wasn't shaking anymore.

"Yeah," Dean rasped and let loose a shuddering cough into the crook of his elbow. Sam rubbed in soothing circles over his back till the coughing subsided and Dean had managed to catch his breath again.

Tiredly, he rested his head on Sam's lap and closed his eyes.

Softly, Sam stroked over his too warm cheeks, the dark stubbles building a hard contrast to his pale skin.

After a while Dean fell asleep, softly snuffling now and then. Sam didn't mind, he enjoyed taking care of his brother and he was sure that secretly Dean was enjoying being mothered by him.

He turned his head a little and snuggled closer to Sam's warmth, quietly moaning in his sleep. A smile hushed over Sam's lips as he gently played with Dean's soft hear, twirling it between his fingers.

Almost he had also fallen asleep, but then he felt his brother stir.

Sleepily he looked up just to see Dean bringing up a hand to his face, giving his nose a quick rub, and resting it near. He knew what came next and reached next to him to grab a handful of Kleenex.

As Dean's breathing became erratical and shallow, he covered his nose with the tissues, waiting for the inevitable. "Hhhh…Huhh?...Hehh….Heh'DRSHyew!"

Dean snapped forward, his whole body shaking with the release of the sneeze. "Bless you."

Carefully, Sam dabbed at his nostrils which were damp and a little reddened by now. It was amazing that Dean didn't wake up, Sam had never heard of someone who could sneeze while sleeping.

Well, Dean wasn't like everybody else, he was very special.