I may have been out of town... So this is a little late. Enjoy!
Dean's breath wheezed in and out as he watched the ceiling fan turn lazily above him. His head throbbed painfully, an ache that started at the tip of his head and lingered even in his toes. The fixture above was chipped and faded and Dean inwardly counted the slow rotations.
The room was dark and beneath him the sheets were scratchy and well worn. Barely shifting his weight, he groaned aloud and clutched at the bed beneath him.
"Still nauseous?"
His brother's voice was quiet in the dark room.
Dean swallowed back the bile and closed his eyes again.
"Yeah."