As Sam awoke a few hours later Dean had gotten rid of the blankets and the hoodie and was lying on the couch with his bare chest.
No good sign.
Of course this alarmed him and he quickly checked for fever. Sleepily, Dean opened his eyes and tried to swat away Sam's hand, but he was so weak, that he didn't even hit him.
"Shhh, you're okay. I just wanted to check if your fever is still that high."
This seemed to calm him down a little, with a contented grunt he balled up himself on the bed and closed his eyes again. Even though his whole body was covered in sweat, Dean actually felt a little colder which reassured his brother that the meds were working. When he was sure that his brother had drifted off to sleep again, he carefully covered him with the blanket to keep him warm.
Exhausted because he hadn't got a lot of sleep, Sam went to bed, leaving the door open so he could hear and observe Dean.
As soon as his cheek touched his pillow, he fell asleep.
The next morning he was startled awake by Dean singing hoarsely and out of tune while having a shower. He was relieved, that only meant that Dean was feeling quite okay again. "…one lonely Sunday morning, her long hair blowing in the midwinter wind, and I don't know how she found meh…huh…uh no - hehh…hh'KTSHyew!" (.com/watch?v=U4Jp56wmSLA&feature=fvst )
"God damnit," he heard his brother mutter as a coughing fit overtook him. His cough still sounded pretty bad but he quickly regained his composure again.
Sleepily, Sam rubbed his eyes and started shivering as soon as he got out of his bed. As he took a look into the empty fridge Dean got out of the bathroom, wearing towels around his waist and his head.
"Dude, shower's awesome."
Sam smiled to himself and involuntary remembered his brother's love to showers. "It's no steam shower though."
Even if a hotel was crappy, a good shower could always cheer him up.
Sam smiled to himself and boiled some water.
When he arrived with a tray and two mugs, Dean was already sitting at the table eating a self-made sandwich.
"Dude, is that tea? Seriously?" Dean gave him a doubting look.
"Yeah. It is," Sam quietly cleared his throat, "I thought it'll be good for you. You know, you were pretty out of it yesterday."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. But yesterday's long gone. I want some coffee."
Sam shrugged. "Make it yourself, then."
This earned him another roll of eyes as Dean reluctantly snatched the mug from the tray, too lazy to do what he was told.
Sam smiled again. This trick worked every time. Dean's laziness was hilarious and so predictable.
Besides, a little tea wouldn't be too bad for him either since his throat felt strangely dry.
"Cheers! Oh, by the way. I added some honey. You like honey?"
Sam grinned and Dean looked like he was about to kill him.
"You sneaky bitch."
"I love you too, jerk."
After breakfast they packed their stuff in the back of the Impala and Sam entered the driver side.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Dean gave him the stink eye.
"Uhm…Driving?" Sam answered, scratching his ear.
"Forget it, baby's mine. There's no wahhh…way you get to drihh…drive heh…her…hhh'RSGSHH-uhh, hihh'GZDSH."
Dean looked at his hands in disgust and considered wiping them on his jeans. Sam's lips escaped a laugh.
"See? That's why I'm driving."
He winked and handed him a clean tissue he had stored in the pocket of his jacket before. Dean pouted, but accepted it.
"Okay, but if you screw up my car, I'm gonna kill you."
"Sure thing." Sam nodded. He knew the procedure, he always had to go through it.