He must have zoned out for a while because he never noticed Sammy coming out of the bathroom, his hair still dripping wet.
The next thing Dean was aware of was a hand slightly shaking his shoulder. Then a cool hand gently pressed against his forehead.
Dean flinched away, startled by the touch. The sudden movement sending new searing pain through his body.
A low moan escaped his lips.
"Hey, you're pretty warm. You okay?" Sam's words thick with concern.
Dean blinked slowly, his vision tunnelled again.
"m' fine. Get off me." His voice breathy and hoarse.
Consciousness was slipping away fast.
Pain and fire.
"Dean…" His brother sounded alarmed.
Black dots were eating away his vision.
"Dean!" Sam's voice muffled and far away.
The last thing he felt before unconsciousness dragged him away were strong hands that caught him, stopped him from falling.
End.
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