So my muse is off somewhere hiding, and I thought I'd let Sam get some rest, I prefer him taking care of Dean as much as you guys do, but he's no good to me dead, so a full nights sleep wouldn't hurt!

I just have to say that with this many people reading my story but no one reviewing.. well it makes it harder to write as I have nothing to go on, ya know.

Thanks for all the story alerts though, they mean a lot also. xx


Dean peered around the room a bit amazed how it had changed in the short ten minutes that Mia and Sam had been back. There was oil burning (eucalyptus if he remembered what she had said right), the sheets on Sam's bed were clean and his bed was made. The TV was on in the background with some old movie and Mia was in the kitchen making something as Sam was sat eating dinner at the table. Walking back out she put a cup in front of Sam and carried the other one over to Dean. He looked at her with skeptic eyes, not too sure what to make of it.

"Don't worry, it's just tea. With lots of honey and a bit of ginger. Oh.. and a bit of whiskey. It'll help your throat." She smiled and put the mug on the bedside table and went and got another one from the kitchen.
"And this is soup, you need to eat some of it for your meds." Dean raised his eyebrows in an attempt to argue but the stern look he got in return got him to accept the mug and spoon she handed to him. He convinced himself that it was because it actually smelt nice, not because he had been told.

Sam watched Dean with amusement as he first tried to protest and then started to eat. He was almost finished with his food and the tea that she had put in front of him tasted sweet and soothing. He had a dull tired headache lingering in the background and stifled a yawn. She had offered him another room for a couple of hours to get some sleep but he had politely declined. There was just no way he would leave his brother alone in the room when he was sick, even if it meant another night with next to no sleep.

Dean swallowed down the last of the soup and took the tea that she handed him. He couldn't quite decide if he liked her or not. The soup had been nice and having a woman's hand checking your fever and fussing about was a little bit nicer than having Sam's giant hands grabbing at you. He took the pills and the cough syrup she pushed at him and swallowed it down with a couple of sips of tea. As much as he hated that something as pansy as tea made his throat feel better he had to admit that swallowing and even just breathing didn't hurt as bad anymore.

She put her hand on his forehead again, frowning slightly.
"You're far too hot." Dean couldn't help it, he smiled and winked.
"I know... it's a burden." Even with a raspy voice and a red stuffy nose he could make women blush, it made him feel a little better.

Whatever she was about to answer to that got interrupted by Sam.

"Dude... sleazy much?" He got up and grabbed the dirty dishes from Dean's bedside table and carried them out to the kitchen.

"Right... I've left a jug of water and a glass next to you, when i come by tomorrow with some breakfast for the two of you I expect it to be empty, fluid's important when you're not well." She turned to Sam. "If you check his temp in half hour it shouldn't be that high, and you should get some sleep as well, Sam." He nodded and opened the door for her.
"Do you want me to walk you back to your room?" She let go of the breath she'd been holding and nodded.
"Yea, please... sorry, I'm not usually like this."
"No worries." Sam glanced at Dean before walking out the door, making sure he was alright.

Dean was getting more and more tired by the second, he had almost finished his tea when Sam came back in again. He gulped down the last bit and put the cup on the table. He was actually feeling alright, knowing that it was probably the painkillers and all the other stuff she had propped him full of he closed his eyes, only to open one a little bit to look at Sam.
"Cool chick." he commented and then closed his eye again, sleep taking over.
"Mhmm..." Sam smiled and grabbed the remote, sat down on his bed only to get up straight away. He walked over to the first aid bag and grabbed the thermometer and sat down next to Dean on the bed.

"Open up, bro." Dean, who was already half asleep swatted at him.
"Just gotta check this quickly before I can go to sleep."
"shoo..."
"Did you just shoo me?"
"Yea, get over it, Sammy. You deserve to be shoo-d..." was slurred at him.
"Mhm... of course I do."
"Damn straight..." Sam had to concentrate real hard to make out what Dean was saying as it wasn't more than a raspy half sleeping mumble. He waited a few moments and then he carefully grabbed his brothers jaw and guided his face towards him, pressing gently on his cheeks to get him to open his mouth. It was more of a soft gesture than a violent one and to his surprise Dean didn't object.
He popped the thermometer in his mouth and held it there whilst he watched Dean frown a bit first but after a moment leaned in to the touch. Sam was glad that he had a hold of Dean's face as his whole head seemed to want to loll to the side. He guessed that the cough syrup had something to do with the state of his big brother and smiled a little. When he checked the temp and it was down to 101 he could feel himself relaxing and gently put Deans head back on the pillow which got him some sort of mumble in response.

Sam quickly changed in to sweats and crawled under his covers yawning for what felt like the millionth time.

In less than ten minutes both of the brothers were fast asleep, Sam curled up on his side, facing Dean, and Dean on his back, head slightly tilted back, mouth open filling the room with a quiet snore.