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Silence

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They stopped by the closest diner, deciding to get some lunch before going back to the motel. The diner itself was trying so hard to be modern that it mostly came off as tacky. Super-sleek aluminium everything.

The pair grab a booth by the window, a waiter came up to the table a few minutes later. Oh yes, the two-day old shave and messy apron was totally appetizing. Sam's got a twitch in his eye, but it doesn't seem like Dean even noticed the guy. They order their lunch and finally settle.

"You alright?" Sam asked, giving Dean a one-over mid scroll of his inbox messages.

Dean's got his forehead in his palm, wincing each time he tries to swallow. He holds up a thumbs-up, but even his hand's trembling.

Their lunch arrives and Dean doesn't even touch his sandwich. He's only nursing his coffee, taking small girly sips. And even he knows Sam with his super freaky little brother optics can see it. He takes off his jacket after a few minutes, huffing in frustration.

"You hot?" Sam asked incredulously.

After draping his leather jacket he looked back at Sam mocking an air kiss. He takes another sip of the coffee, but suddenly snaps forwards, coughing uncontrollably.

Sam, mouthful of chicken sandwich, stared at his brother for a few seconds. He stands up unsurely, "Uh... dude...?"

Dean's got his head ducked sideways, trying his best to suppress the sputtering cough.

Sam walked over to his side and slightly started clapping his brother on his back. He can't help but notice the heat radiating through Dean's shirt. 'He's got a fever too?', he hands his coffee to his brother, "Drink this..."

After a few quick gulps and a last reverberating cough, Dean sat up.

"You look like hell... " Sam quips, chuckling in relief. "I think we should get going."

It takes them ten minutes to finally clear out, take out coffee in hand. Sam sneaks the Impala's keys from Dean's jacket as he passes Dean on the way to Metallicar.

"Can I drive?" Sam asked politely, passing the passenger side to the driver's side.

Dean sends him a warning glare. And the eyebrow quirk. You're pushing your luck.

"Don't look at me like that, you're sick... " Sam said and started ushering Dean to the passenger seat, "That was a courtesy question... I'm driving."

The older Winchester wipes at his forehead in frustration, he clears his throat and winches again as the small action sends a flash of pain right through his system. He pats down his jacket for the keys and suddenly freezes. He looked up.

"Got 'em," Sam said and couldn't help but grin as he finally got to drive.

The entire drive back to the motel has Dean fidgeting uncomfortably in the passenger seat. And when he's not looking like he's got ants in his pants, he's glaring at Sam. Oh, you just wait until I'm back to normal. I'm going to whoop your sorry ass.

They shove past each other to get inside the motel room.

"You should take some aspirin," Sam said, rummaging in his duffle for the tablets, "We don't need you spiking the fever when we're out tonight."

Dean doesn't even bother to answer his brother, he only toes off his boots and flips onto the bed closest to the door. Make me, bitch.

Finally emerging out of his bag, Sam tosses the tablet-pack towards his brother.

Well... fact that Dean's reaction time was so slow that the pack hit Dean right on the nose was proof enough that he was really sick.

The older brother snapped upright and started mouthing the first thing that popped into his mind, "WHAT THE F-"... fudge. It was the first time since he lost his voice that he really missed being able to talk. Or swear. Or yell. Or burp.

"Sorry... uh... See? You are sick?" Sam quickly tried to cover it up but ended up chuckling instead.

Dean tossed the packet back at Sam... who threw it back...

"What, are you four years-old?" Sam snapped crankily, "Stop being such a pain!"

For a moment it looked like Dean might actually consider it, that is, until he threw the packet somewhere over his shoulder with a huff.

Sam sighed heavily and walked over and picked it up. "Just take them..." he said. He shoved Dean's bed to get his brother to react.

And react Dean did, too much. He kicked Sam in the hip. And Sam ended up shoving Dean's legs off the bed. ... and a second later they couldn't figure out how in the hell they ended up wrestling on the floor.

Once Sam got Dean pinned to the floor, he narrowed his eyes, "If I can beat you this easily, think of what a witch will do?" he said, "Remember what happened in Pasadena? ... what if that happens again?"

The second hunt Sam was allowed to join on was in Pasadena, California. In the end, the witch they were hunting had cursed the youngest Winchester and after vanquishing her, the Winchesters had to high-tail it back to Missouri Mosely for a cure.

The older Winchester could still clearly remember the helpless feeling as Sam's pulse got weaker and weaker with every mile. How hard he tried to keep him awake and positive. Don't worry, Sammy... we're almost there... and then we'll take a week off and we'll go watch a movie... yeah, any movie you want! It was when Sam started to cough up blood when Dean's positive attitude suddenly turned pessimistic and desperate. That was the first time he can remember that he was really and truly afraid.

Dean huffed angrily but didn't struggle further. Sneaky little brothers... psh...

Sam stands up and pulls Dean up without a word. He walks off and returns with a glass of water and a wet towel, "Here..." he said and handed Dean the items. He picked up the fallen pain-killer container and hands it over. He doesn't stick around and decides that now would be the best time for a shower, aka. Leave now and save Dean some unnecessary embarrassment.

Forty minutes when Sam emerges from the shower with his sweats on, he smiled in relief when he spotted his brother. His brother's mouth was slightly open and snoring, the towel on his forehead and the glass of water half-empty.

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Sorry for the short chappie, I'm kinda outta ideas at the moment... but feel free to suggest any ^-^