Sam walked inside, carrying bags of supplies he knew Dean needed. He hummed as he unpacked everything, laying them out on the table.
Dean stirred, the sheets and blanket rustling softly on his bed. Sam counted down in his head. As soon as he reached one, Dean rolled over, hissing in pain, his eyes tightly squeezed shut.
Wincing, Sam brought over allergy meds and calamine lotion, which his brother hungrily snatched, and immediately used.
Sam sat next to him, a sympathetic smile on his face. "Well, at least now we know you're horribly allergic to that type of engineered polyester…"