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Sam slid back a bit on the bed, giving his brother a bit more space and to decrease his chances of being bodily harmed.
"Okay, so let's think this thing through. Did you get any other injuries besides the concussion in the past week? Any wounds that might have gotten infected, or did you piss off anything that could have laid some hoodoo mojo on you…?"
"No, no, and not to my knowledge. Dude, will you just relax? It's a damn fever for cryin' out loud! It happens, okay?"
"Not to you, it doesn't. You haven't been sick in years, Dean. So what's goin' on with you?"
"Nothin'. Stop tryin' to read into somethin' that isn't there."
Sam opened his mouth to argue back but the words died in his throat as his phone started to ring in his pocket.
"Hello? Oh, hey, Bobby. Did you come up with somethin'?"
Sam turned his back slightly to his brother, trying to avoid the death glare that was being sent his way.
Dean responded by kicking his little brother in the side instead, nearly knocking him off of the bed.
"You called Bobby?!" he hissed when Sam turned back long enough to shoot him a patronizing look as if to say the grown ups are trying to have a conversation here, Dean. "I am so gonna end you, Sammy…"
Sam huffed, trying to focus on what Bobby was saying instead of his brother's antics. He stood and began pacing the room as though that would keep the conversation more private.
"I think you were right, Bobby. He does have a latent concussion that he failed to mention sooner, but I don't know what's causing the fever. I mean, he doesn't get sick all that often, but he doesn't remember anything supernaturally related happening recently either. Maybe somethin' is targeting him and he doesn't even know it? Maybe there's somethin' in this town we should be lookin' into? I could run a few tests on him to see if I get any hits…?"
"Oh, you're gonna get hit if you even try to pull somethin' like that, Doctor Frankenstein," Dean growled.
"There're plenty of entities that can cause illness, Sam, but I'm not sure that's what we're dealin' with here. Put your brother on the phone."
Sam shot a glance over at Dean who was fuming now. "You sure?"
"Nah, I just thought I'd say that for the fun of it… Yes, I'm sure! Unless you think you can get some straight answers out of him…?"
"Right... Hang on a sec. Dean? It's for you."
TBC
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The next chapter will be longer, promise! And Bobby will play a huge part, helping the boys discover what is really ailing Dean.