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Dean didn't dream that night. He slept, but he didn't dream. When he woke up, his mouth was dry and his head spun. It felt like the worst hangover he'd ever had, only the stabbing pain in his chest and back adding a new element. Sam was still asleep and Dean quietly went to the bathroom and started the shower. He took a few moments to stare at himself in the mirror while he waited for the water to heat up. His eyes were sunken and though he hated to admit it, his muscles weren't what they once were. He hacked up his now ritual morning phlegm, more blood in it than the day before.
The water was burning hot but felt good on his sore muscles. The water vapor also seemed to ease the chest pain. He stood there in the falling water until he heard Sam moving in the other room.
Sorry it was short! Felt like I needed it. Next should be up right now too.
~abrokencastiel