Disclaimer: Nope! Not mine.

Summary: The saga continues. This time it is Dean's turn to be feverish and confused. Dean's sick and he thinks someone calling for him.

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Hour 1

"Get off me!"

Dean held on to the doorframe, restraining himself from being pulled away to bed. He wanted to go out badly but Sam desperately tried to keep him in.

"Never Dean!!" Sam pushed with all his might and rolled Dean away from the door, pinning him up the wall. "You need to stay inside!" The heat on Dean's body was baking his skin, making him cringed.

"But she's outside…cold and alone…" Dean whimpered. "She needs me!"

"She's a car Dean!!"

Dean stupefied. "You called her she?" He grinned goofily before going white eyed and falling into Sam's arms, all wobbly and jelly-like.

"Anything to make you happy dude!"

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Hour 2

"Dean…enough already."

Sam huffed out a tired breath. "You should get back to bed," and Sam tried prying Dean away from the wall. His big brother had plastered himself to the glass panel since the last half an hour, longing to go outside.

"Sam!!!" Dean shouted alarmingly and scrambled to his feet. "My baby!!"

"What? What?!" Sam was alarmed himself. For a moment there Dean sounded so awake and conscious. Maybe there was something happening to the Impala. The district they'd been staying in was well known for serious car thefts. "What Dean?"

"She said she missed me." Dean slumped back to the couch and grinned sheepishly.

Sam rubbed his head, thinking of getting more Tylenol – for himself – and maybe some sleeping pills – for Dean.

"You're sick!"

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Hour 3

"Honk!!"

Dean jerked up from his bed and dashed for the door. Sam was already waiting there, ready to stop him. It was the fifth time in the last hour Dean had mistaken the honk of every passing car as his baby's desperate call.

But Sam had guessed wrong. Rather than going for the door this time his big brother rammed to the wall instead, and fell back hard on his butt.

"Dean!!" Sam scrammed to Dean's side, cringing at the blood trickling from his brother's nose. He must have cracked his nose or something. "Ohh...Dean!"

"She called for me..." Dean whined sadly.

Sam inhaled deeply and ruffled his brother's - his feverish brother, the big baby – hair.

He had had enough.

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10 hours later...

Dean woke up with a stiff neck and aching muscles. 'This motel has a serious bed issue.' Yawning, he looked around and gaped seeing he was nowhere near his bed, not even the motel, but was slumped in the crammed space of the Impala instead.

"Holy crap!" Turning to his side, he found Sam sleeping awkwardly in the passenger seat – head propped to the window and knees bent over the dashboard. Leaning over, Dean laid a hand on Sam's knee.

"Sam! Why are we here?" Dean asked. He loved the Impala, yes, but he was not that stupid to prefer sleeping in the car when they had more comfortable beds waiting for them in the motel. After all they were paying for the beds.

Sam's lashes parted to show a disgruntled glare. Then they were lowered again, uninterested. However, after a while one hazel eye opened slightly to give his confused brother a wry glance.

"You decided to be a knight in shining armour and answer your baby's distress call." Snorting, Sam pulled at his blanket and went back to sleep.

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a/n: I'm obsessed with feverish and delirious Dean. So another chapter is coming up on Dean being sick and confused. Reviews? Pretty please?