Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its related characters or themes.

.

AN1: This takes place a little while after 1x15 'The Benders'

AN2: A big shout-out to Rosetta Brunestud and smalld1171 for their reviews on Chapter 5 :) I've really appreciate everybody's fantabulicious (is that even a word? :D ) reviews, story alerts and favourites! They've really inspired me to get this chapter out faster and make it longer! W00t!

.

.

.

Unruffled

.

.

.

"Phhhxxxxttzzz!"

Dean's eyes snap open. He reaches over and snatches his phone off the bedside table and flashes it over to Sam's direction.

"Mhhhmmmm... what...?" Sam –who's slightly blinded by the LCD screen's brightness- mutters agitatedly, throwing the comforter over his head. But, even the comforter doesn't muffle out Sam's cough completely.

"AaHHgg YYOOOUU okHAY?" Dean's voice comes out awkwardly –not to mention hoarse- and he clears his throat.

Sam gives a short 'Mmm-hhmmm' and flips over.

After checking the time, Dean sits up and rubs his eyes. Friggen 3.52 pm. He rolls his shoulders, cringing as his joints pop. He shuffles out of bed, grabbing the empty breakfast wrappers and tossing them in the wastebasket as he shuffles by.

After taking a leak, he goes to wash his face again. He stifles his yawn and dries his face off with his tee. He quietly tests out his voice, trying to hum Smoke on the Water, but it's like puberty all over again. If his voice isn't breaking, it's tossing in inflictions on every odd syllable. Oh yes, Smoke on the Water suddenly sounds like Bohemian Rhapsody, and that just doesn't fly.

He checks their med-kit for some lozenges, but the closest thing to that is a pair of spearmint edible mints. He shrugs and chows down a pair before heading back to bed.

Even when they were kids, Sam was never a tosser-and-turner. In total contrary to his brother, Sam would fall asleep in one position, and for the most part, stay that way the whole night as he slept. But, that was also the first sign of a sick-Sammy. The ruffled blankets and tossed pillows.

Dean nabs the cough syrup from his stand and shakes Sam's shoulder, "SsmmmHE...?" he grunt, wincing when the sound comes out louder than he hoped or expected.

The comforter moves before Sam turns back, "... W... What's wrong?" Sam asks, yawning tiredly. "What time is it?"

Dean holds up his first three fingers, fists his hand. He then holds up five fingers then ends up by holding his middle finger and thumb together. It's 3.58 pm dude.

Sam sighs, but quickly starts pounding his chest when he starts coughing. It takes a few seconds for the coughing to stop and by then, Sam's red-faced and visibly feverish. He takes in a deep breath but glances over to Dean when he notices Dean's weary smile. He snatches the bottle from his brother and grins before taking a swig. Thanks, dude.

Two pats on the shoulder and Dean's sitting back on his own bed.

"I'll get us some take-out... " Sam says and grabs his own phone, just in time to stop the alarm from going off. "Uhh... well... it's IS four now..."

Dean smiles from his end, grabbing an old lore book from the floor and starts searching through the indexes.

Sam orders two pizzas with 'all that is meaty' on it and sends the delivery team to the Motel. And, unfortunately, the delivery truck is on-time and they have to pay the whole amount – like usual. Sam frowns awkwardly when the delivery guy gives him the stink-eye when the guy notices the pages posted the walls and lore books on the floor.

"Thank you," Sam snaps irritably, trying not to slam the door shut in the guy's –Fred's- face... and failing.

Dean snorts with a grin, only to have the snort come out more like a muffled squeak.

Sam chuckles at the awkward sound and wobbles the pizza, "Thick crust with all the meaty toppings you could dream of?" Sam said with a quirked eyebrow. He drops the pizza on Dean's bed as he walks by, dropping the other on the table next to the TV. He grabs his laptop and heads back to bed.

The older Winchester's frowning though, tapping the box and showing just how wonderful the smell is by the look on his face. Aren't you going to eat? It smells hhheeaaavvveennnllyyy...

"A-aa-AAGGHHTTTXX!" Sam rubs his nose and sniffs, "I'm fine... but I think I'm just going to finish the research before calling it a day."

Dean eyes his baby brother suspiciously. Oh, this ISN'T over, Sammy-boy. .. but, as soon as he bites into the pizza, he's lost in his own world of food-adoration.

Geekboy grimaces at his brother's expression before sitting down on his own bed, opening his laptop lid and typing away. "Alright... here we go..." Sam mutters, peering at the text on his screen, "Kobalts... uh..."

"NAHt eVHIL is igghht?" Dean manages to mumble before taking another bite, some mozzarella sticking to his chin.

"Alright, I'm glad you can talk again... but if you keep on using your voice, you're going to lose it for more than just one week... kay?" Sam snaps, shaking his head irritably. "But yeah... you're right, Kobalt's aren't officially evil..."

Dean nods with a self-satisfied smile and manages to catch the trail of mozzarella.

"But, looks like if you neglect or taunt them... they love to pay you back... with some good old fashioned revenge," Sam says and absently rubs at his eyes, "... and that's it..."

His brother's eye twitches and Dean's got a finger-gun to his head. How do you kill them?

Sam scans the page again before shrugging and rubbing the back of his neck,"... uh... nada... "

Dean drops the slice of heavenly pizza back into the box and licks his fingers. He reaches over to the book he had in his hand before lunch, and taps the one line. "They aRH sPHI- " and silence followed.

"... Dean?"

The older Winchester opens his mouth to test out his voice again, but nothing, not even a squeak sounded. Shit.

"Aww... seriously?" Sam grunts, rolling his eyes, "Seriously?"

At least Dean didn't lose the Winchester-death-glare too.

"Great... " Sam mumbles, his sarcasm a little more prominent than usual.

It doesn't take long for Dean to throw his pillow of Sam. And Sam to throw it back. The older to smile and fling it right at Sam's head... then with Sam to feint a submission before catapulting it right back. Then both of them grabbing their own pillows and deciding to Three-Hundred each other into submission. Dean dealing some choice side-swipes, and Sam coming in with a barrage of spongy-jabs.

"What the hell is wrong with you? This isn't my fault!" Sam growls, beating the pillow against Dean's head again.

Dean tackles Sam, both of them landing on the mattress in a wrestling match. A couple times of rolling around, but neither of them seemed to win before Dean's phone started ringing.

Sam growls dangerously when Dean shoves him off the mattress, but Dean reached over to his phone and checked the caller ID. Bobby. Of course. He huffed and held out his hand towards Sam. Well? I can't talk to him... Literally. Can't.

"Hi, Bobby," Sam answers the phone, "What's up?"

The older brother stands up, yanks his clothes straight and walks over to his bed, flopping down.

"Yeah... I know it's Dean's phone... yeah, he's totally lost his voice..." Sam says, chuckles, then pauses for a moment before continuing, "... we're there right now...We think it's a Kobalt..."

A few minutes later Sam hangs up, "Bahhh-" he starts to say, but pauses, turning his head away in the last second to sneeze. He rubs his nose absently off on his sleeve, scowling when he remembers all the times when he was little and he did that, and Dean yelled at him to "knock it off, Sammy!" and then when Dean always went and fetched him some Kleenex. Always the big brother. He starts up again, "Bobby's sent a couple other hunters our way... "

Dean's confused expression said all that Dean couldn't. Oh really... now why would Bobby do something like that? Hmm?

"Alright, alright... I called Bobby when we first came here... " Sam relented with a roll of his eyes, "It's one thing to hunt when you're sick... it's another when you can't actually yell for nine-one-one when you need it, you know?"

A tired sigh was all that came as a retort.

"Sorry, man, but you know how strict Dad is about this stuff," Sam says with a non-chalant shake of the head.

A quirked eyebrow. Oh yeah, and since when do you listen to Dad?

"Just eat your pizza..." Sam says and rubs his nose, he sniffs mid-yawn, causing Dean to suddenly burst out in a fit of silent chortling. And that sent Sam into the giggles, "Dude... I totally owned you in the fight!"

The 'adorable' brother mouths a 'You wish, bitch!'. But it doesn't bother them though. It actually felt good to get all the frustration of the past few days out of their systems. It actually felt really peaceful for the first time in weeks. Even months... Ever since they started looking for their Dad.

Sam gets up from his spot, heading over to the bathroom, grabbing the packet of aspirin. He detours to the mini-fridge and grabs two cold ones. He pops the tops of the beer and shakes out two pairs of aspirin for himself and Dean, swallowing his two with a swig of beer.

Not exactly healthy... but, it WAS Winchester-healthy.

He finally heads back to the Dean and holds out the aspirin and beer combo, "Here you go, dude," Sam says and smiles innocently, "At least the squeak is gone..."

A roll of the eyes. Good to know, Sherlock...

.

.

.

Thanks for reading!

Please drop me a pm or review if you liked it!