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It was 5.30 in the morning and this was the 8th time Sam had been woken up by coughing and dragged himself out of bed, grabbing a glass of water for his brother and patiently waiting until the coughing-fit stopped and Dean was back in his sleep/unconscious state. He made a little list in his head of what he would need to pick up tomorrow to ease the pain.

Painkillers.
Tylenol.
More bandages.
More pills.
Some sorta something with vitamins in that he would be able to force down Deans throat.
Lozenges.
A gun to blow his brains out as no sleep + annoying brother = major pain in the ass.

He dozed off again sometime during fantasizing about magically removing Deans lungs until they were better.

Dean gazed over at his little brother, seeing that Sam had just fallen asleep again he tried to muffle his coughing in to the pillow. It left him breathless and in pain and he couldn't even breath through his nose and his throat made some kind of wheezing noise and he could really go for some whiskey right now and everything just sucks!

He tried to sit up a bit, deciding that that would probably help his lungs and nose. Just getting up in a sitting position hurt like hell. The scratches.. alright.. gashes all over his body were sore and his back really hurt from being thrown in to that tree as well. He grabbed a pillow and tried to cough as quiet as possible in to it. It was too hot in here! What was it with Sam and turning the heat right up? He kicked off the cover, frowning again at the sweatpants that his brother had put on him. He was so gonna kick his ass for that! God, that itching in his throat was driving him insane and if only he could breath through his nose life would be so much better!

"Dude... blow your nose... you're grossing me out with all that gurgling and wheezing..." Sam spoke with his head still buried in his pillow. Dean wanted to say something back, preferably something that would shut Sam the hell up, he really did, but what came out was a massive coughing-fit that left his eyes watery and somehow Sam was by his side with some water making him drink to calm down and placed a roll of toilet paper next to him. He would never admit it or never even really think it but Sam's hand rubbing his back actually made this a little more bearable. He nodded a little to let Sam know that he was done for now and leaned back.

"You're not gonna let me sleep, are you?" Sam sighed and sat down on the foot of Deans bed. His brother kinda shrugged, "sorry, man" was spoken with no words.
"Right, how bout some TV then?" Sam switched the TV on and sat back down.
"How's the fever, anyways?"
Dean rolled his eyes "it's freaking awesome."
Sam studied his brother with concern written all over his face.
"You don't look so good." That got him another eye-roll and he could've swore that a "neither do you" was thrown back at him with the frown on Deans face. He needed to find out how high this fever really was and if he would need to push some more pills down his brothers throat but wasn't too sure how to go about it. They had a fever-thermometer in their first-aid kit but keeping that in Deans mouth for longer than the 2 seconds it would take for him to throw it on the floor and lash out would not be enough time. A kick right in his side woke him up from his thoughts and a raised eyebrow with "what the hell are you looking at?"

"Sorry, just got stuck, you know." Sam shook his head a little to clear it and got up on slightly unsteady legs to go wash his face in some cold water. The need to be there for his big brother was larger than the need for sleep but it was still very hard to fight it. This last hunt had taken it out of both of them and he couldn't even remember the last time he got a full nights sleep.
He got back in to the room and the sorry sight of Dean trying to breath through his mouth without coughing, head tilted a little bit up to make it easier.

Dean glanced over just in time to see that annoying look of pity and worry in Sams eyes, then it changed to something close to determination and he advanced closer to him, stopped by his side and before he knew it Sam had his ginormous hand plastered on his forehead. What the hell? He pushed his invading brothers hand off of him and managed to get a strained "What the hell do you think you're doing?" out before yet another coughing fit.

"Ok, look... I need to make sure your fever isn't stupidly high, alright? I would rather not but you know as well as I do that it has to be done!" Sam put his hand back for a second and then wiped the sweat that had rubbed off on his palm on Deans shirt, which of course earned him a death-glare.
"You're far too warm for my liking, Dean. I need to check it properly." Sam reached in to the bag and got the thermometer out.
The very skeptic and slightly threatening look plus the tense stance from his brother got him to take a deep breath once again, trying to calm down. He had no idea why Dean always made it so freaking hard! The little patience that was left in him was slowly ebbing away, his eyes burning from lack of sleep.

He took the last steps towards his brother and wasn't all that surprised when Dean whacked the thermometer from his hand as he reached out to try to put it in his mouth. It bounced off the bed and down on to the floor. There was a minute of dead silence before Sam bent down, picked it up, went to the bathroom, washed it off and then back in to the room again only to be greeted by Deans stubborn face.

"Remember what dad used to do when you refused to do these things? I swear I'll do the same if you start fighting. I'm tired, Dean." Sam could've swore that there was a hint of fear in Deans eyes at the mention of their fathers methods and as much as he hated it, he was relieved that his threat worked.
He sat down next to his brother and pushed the thermometer gently in to his mouth and then firmly held it in place until it beeped.

"102,2. Dammit." Dean rolled his eyes in response and leaned back against the pillows. Sam scooted up so that he was sat next to his brother in bed and reached for the remote to turn the volume down a little bit. Dean pushed at him in a "what the hell are you doing in my bed"-kind of way but Sam being the one with the most strength at the moment easily shrugged him off.
"Calm down. There's no way I'm gonna move now, I'm far too comfy. Besides this saves me from having to get up every five seconds when you start coughing, this way I'm right here already." He leaned back and closed his eyes.
"Now I'm gonna try to get half an hours sleep and then I'm gonna go grab you loads of drugs and stuff so shut up for a bit, will you? And blow your freaking nose, you're gross!"