Sam woke to realise he was sleeping on his brother, still holding onto the cloth he was using to cool him down.
He mentally cursed himself for falling asleep so easily, raising his head to see Dean was still asleep. His breathing was shallow; he was still pretty pale and was covered in a think sheet of sweat. Sam couldn't help but worry about his health.
Getting up and feeling Dean's forehead he frowned at the heat that was still poring from Dean's skin. If anything he felt hotter than yesterday and Sam knew he needed to get his fever down.
After re filling his bowl with cold water and making a glass of cold water Sam carried them back to Dean and lay the objects on the bedside table as he fetched Dean some pills.
"Hey buddy? Can you take these for me?" Sam coaxed Dean into waking. Dean mumbled something Sam didn't catch before opening his eyes slowly.
Dean didn't want wake up, he was happy in a pain free dream but he knew Sam would kill him if he didn't get up Stupid Sam, always wanting to mother hen me Dean thought and as soon as he opened his eyes to slit's the bright light assaulted his eyes.
Screwing his eyes up again as he headache sprang to life again Dean coughed "Sam, turn the fricking lights off" he growled, his voice croaky off coughing. He heard Sam close the curtains quickly and snapping the lights off. He sighed, opening his eyes slowly as Sam came into focus.
"What do ya want Sammy" he grumbled, covering his eyes with his arm as he shivered and pulled the blanket around him more.
"You need to take some of these, they'll make ya feel better" Sam coaxed again. Dean peeked one eye out from under his arm and glared as hard as he could with the room dancing.
"Sam stop being such a chick, I'm fine. Just need some more sleep" he mumbled and Sam snorted.
"Dean your not ok, you have a fever and maybe a chest infection. I don't think you're going to be leaving that bed soon" Sam pointed out, grinning. Dean knew Sam was right but he still wanted to argue, he didn't want to be stuck in some crappie motel with Sam fussing around him.
"Sam, I'm fine. I don't need drugs just rest. Now let me sleep" Dean moaned, closing his eyes and tried to calm down his headache and feel a bit warmer under the blankets.
"Dean you're taking the pills" Sam argued. Dean coughed and sneezed a few times… maybe I'll take the pills, not because I'm ill just to shut Sam up… yeah. Dean thought and took the pills Sam offered before settling down again to sleep.
Sam sighed as Dean's rattled breathing evened out slowly as he slept but Sam could tell he was in pain, he eyes were screwed up even in his sleep. Sam sighed as he started cooling Dean off again.
The rest of the day went by and Sam noticed Dean was getting worse; he was grouchy because he couldn't sleep for all his coughing and sneezing so he spent his time moaning or demanding he was fine whenever Sam tried to help.
Sam was becoming grouchy too as Dean continued to turn down his help or food. "Dean you need to eat" Sam insisted, trying to make Dean eat some soup. Dean shook his head in time with his shivering, his eyes still glazed over and Sam could tell Dean was almost out of it.
"Noooo Sammy, I'm fi-ACHZZO! Fine. I'm not hungry yet, leave me 'lone" Dean grumbled, sniffling from his sneeze. Sam sighed.
"Dean you need some food, your already too weak as it is" Sam tried to reason but he wasn't getting through to Dean.
"Nonono, I'm not hungry!" Dean wailed, hiding his shaking frame under the covers. Sam sighed in frustration. Dealing with a sick Dean was like dealing with a child and he always hated it.
"Dean" Sam called, shook the shaking lump on the bed that recoiled from his touch.
"Stop S'mmy, Hurts" Dean mumbled. Sam couldn't help but feel sorry for his big brother.
"Come on out and you can have some food to make you better with some nice drugs" Sam cooed as Dean peaked his head out from the covers, his eyes were wide.
"S'mmy I don't feel so good" Dean told his brother as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out.
Sam got really worried when he saw this "Dean!" he called, grabbing his brother and checked his breathing and saw he was alright but was still very warm and he shivers were getting worse.
Sam knew he needed help so he took out his phone, ready to call Bobby for help.
Thanks for reading :) Please review and tell me if i need to improve and if you like it :) Sorry its so short, i'll try to write more in my next update.
