Disclaimer: *checks pocket* Nah! They're not here so they're not mine *whimpers*
Betas: bia1007 and PsiChic

a/n: Robyn requested a h/c on Dean. Still sticking to delirious Dean, but with lots of angst. Wrote this when I was feeling quite down, but my Angel (she knew who she was) was good at comforting, so I'm a happy girl now! Yay! Now read, and review – please?

No Grudge Against the Wall

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Hour 1

Tug.

Sam tilted to his side, facing the wall.

Tug.

Lazily opening his eyes Sam glanced at his feet, suddenly feeling warm and comfortable.

He jolted up from bed seeing Dean tugging at his feet, putting on socks for him. It was an awkwardly unfamiliar gesture – at least now when they were adults.

"Dean?"

Dean looked at him and Sam grimaced when he saw Dean's eyes showing nothing but sheer emptiness.

"You're cold Sam…should wear sumthin' thicker." Dean mumbled between bluish lips.

Sam went through his mental list and starting ticking the items. Disoriented gaze? Checked! Slurring? Checked! Acting out of character? Checked! Raging fever? Checked! All the symptoms were exposed in full blast showed Sam was dealing with a serious case of delirium.

Before Sam even had the chance to play nurse, his big brother was one step ahead of him. Scorching but determined hands pushed Sam back to bed and pulled the cover over him.

"Should get ya' warm…" Dean muttered before he slumped forward, falling on top of Sam in a heap of mass. He wrapped his arms around Sam and murmured something Sam barely heard but was able to make out as 'Gotcha Sammy.'

Sam wiggled his way out of the cover, careful not to stir Dean awake from his fevered slumber. Staring at Dean's flushed face Sam wondered what he had done to deserve a big brother like Dean. He brushed a knuckle on Dean's forehead, flinched at the heat and said…

"You always did big bro."

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Hour 2

"Dad?"

Bobby's eyes opened to slits and when he saw Dean hovering over him, he sprang to his feet. The clock on the wall showed 2.30.

"Dean?" Bobby looked around for Sam. It was his turn to watch for Dean and knowing what a dedicated nurse Sam could be, he would never let Dean out of his sight, much less letting him out of the bed.

The youngest Winchester was sprawled on Dean's bed in an awkward position, as if he was put there. That was weird because the last time Bobby remembered, Sam was sitting on a chair – keeping wary eyes on Dean like the mother hen he had always been.

Sam must have had fallen asleep at one point and the mother hen role was taken over by the patient he was in charge of.

Bobby jumped when Dean tugged at his arm, pulling him towards Sam. "Come on dad…think sumthing's wrong with Sammy." Dean insisted. His green eyes though glassy and hazy were strong willed.

"Nothin's wrong with Sam, Tiger." Bobby played along. Once again, he was looking at a five year old Winchester, the over protective big brother who was obsessed keeping his little brother safe.

"You gotta' see Sammy daddy!" Dean screamed before his eyes rolled back and he started to collapse. He almost made a face plant to the floor if not for Bobby's strong arms grasping him tight by the shoulders.

Bobby slung Dean's arm around his shoulder, looped his around Dean's middle and dragged the boy towards the bed. He might not be young, but he was strong enough to carry any Winchesters to their sickbed.

But no matter how strong his will might be, his heart was still soft. Bobby's lone sob was drowned in Dean's panting for air.

"Darn stubborn Winchesters!"

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Hour 3

"LET ME GO!!"

Sam cringed at the thundering of Dean's voice.

The fever spiked to 103 ten minutes ago and since then Dean had been trying to flee - to find Sammy. It was Sam sitting on top of him – holding his wrist tight - that kept him on the bed. Bobby had suggested to restrain him but Sam just didn't have the heart to do it.

"Nn-need tt-to…save…Ss-ammy…" Tears rolled down Dean's warm cheeks, smearing his fever flushed face. "Can't llet him die…" The fighting was getting stronger.

"Dean…please…" Sam pled with tearful eyes and hot face.

"Sammy?" Dean's bloodshot eyes looked everywhere within the four walls, searching for something.

"Dean?"

"I'm sorry Sammy…failed ya'." Dean cried sadly as more tears ran down his face. "M'Sorry…m' sorry…" He kept on tossing and turning wildly on the bed until Sam felt he couldn't hold on much longer – not because he was tired of holding, but the anguish was so intense, he was breaking inside.

"Bobby!! What the hell are you waiting for?" He was desperate. "Give him the shot!!" Dean was not himself, and Sam couldn't take seeing him like that. Monsters and demons he could handle but not his Dean writhing in such agonizing pain.

He just couldn't.

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24 hours later...

Dean opened his eyes and found himself lying on a bed amidst ruins. The motel room he didn't remember checking into looked like a wrecked ship. He still had this terrible pounding at the back of his head and his tummy was still doing flips that made him gag, but somehow he felt better.

"Hey, you're awake!" Sam's face popped out of nowhere, looking like crap. His little brother looked like he hadn't sleep for years.

"What happened, Sam?" Dean hoarsely asked. "Who died?"

"No one." Sam answered before tumbling down on top of Dean's bed. He let out a deep relieved breath, closed his eyes and murmured "And no one's dying as long as I'm around."

End

a/n: Next is a one-shot on...well, still feverish and delirious Dean. New chapter was done on request after all. This one was dedicated to my Angel who was deeply in love with h/c centered fics.