AN: Little warning, this one is extra fluffy haha. I enjoyed writing this one a lot. Also, feel free to send me more requests!
"The world's too loud"
Sam blearily opened his eyes, a horrible pressure against his head and uncomfortable feeling in his throat. He tried to clear it, but it only served to make the sensation worse. He sat up slowly, nose scrunching up as he sneezed hard. Great.
"The world's too loud…" Was Sam's only thought as he walked into the kitchen, nearly grimacing as Dean and Cas talked, laughing. His brother soon frowned and looked him over.
"Woah there, Sammy. You look like shit."
A raspy and sarcastic "Thanks, Dean" was all Sam let out, stopping when Dean got in his way.
"Go back to bed, Sam. You're not well enough for the case." Before he could get a word in, Dean shot him a look that told him not to argue.
Sleep didn't sound that bad anyway.
.
.
"Heard you were sick, Moose." Was whispered quietly, the person trying not to wake up the snoring human. "Can't say I'm surprised. You work yourself too hard." The human shifted, mumbling something incoherent as the demon's lips curled into a small smile. He placed a small kiss on the warm forehead before disappearing, unknowingly relaxing Sam even more.
When he woke up a few hours later, Sam was welcomed to the sight of warm soup by his bed and a single, yet intricate ~C on a folded paper.
He was feeling better already.