Sam finally returned from the store, armed with cough syrups, Mucinex, Motrin, Nyquil, tissues, chicken soup, and popsicles for Dean.
He was armed and ready to fight this thing.
As he entered the motel room, he not only felt the heat coming from Dean, but he could smell the sickness too.
The fever was seeping out of Dean's pores, causing a not so pleasant aroma.
Dean was curled up in a heap of blankets on the bed, knees under his chin, and 3 pillows behind his head.
He was shivering slightly, and cracked his eyes open when he heard Sam walk in.
"Hey Dean, how ya feelin?" Sam asked as he walked over to the table and set all of his purchases down.
Dean replied with just a groan, his eyes bloodshot and crusty around the corners, a result watery eyes from too much sneezing.
"So do you feel like some soup? It'll help you get better" Sam suggested. "And maybe you can take a shower while I cook it."
Sam wrinkled his nose and turned back to look at Dean.
"That will definitely help you feel better" he smiled, and walked over to Dean, lifting the blankets off one by one.