Side
01/16/11
Happy birthday, LaedieDuske! Hope it's a good one :)
"Ugh," Dean moaned, clutching his stomach.
Sam's head shot up. "You gonna puke again?" he asked.
"No."
Sam didn't quite believe that. He placed a hand on Dean's forehead, checking his fever. It was down, but Dean was still too tense. He needed rest.
"Scoot over."
"Huh?" Dean shot Sam a bleary-eyed look.
Sam sat on the bed, moving Dean over gently. Dean stiffened slightly, and Sam waited to see if he'd up-chuck. He didn't.
Gingerly, Sam lay down by Dean's side. Dean blinked, confused. Then - finally - he relaxed.
At the sound of Dean's deep, sleepy breathing, Sam relaxed, too.