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His brother had gone out to get... well, something. He didn't rightly remember what nor did he truly care. He was going crazy being up in this room and he should've been in bed. But by the time Sam does get back up to the room the younger Winchester is up and pacing the floor.
The door opens. "Do I need to ask for rope the next time I go for supplies? Because I will if you don't get back under those covers."
That gets a slight glare towards his big brother. "We don't need ropes but I'm not laying back down either. Done enough of that already." And there was only so much of it he could take.
"I don't want you lying down anyway." Sam states, setting the thermos on the nightstand. "Makes for more of a mess when you're eating."
"I don't need to be sitting down to eat either." He states making a slight face. No, what he wanted was the hell out of this damn room. It was driving him crazy.
"Between the pacing and the shaking, you'd be wearing more than you'd swallow. Park it."
That gets another glare towards the older Winchester but he does relent and goes over sitting down on the bed. "You're a pain in the ass, Sammy."
Sam just chuckles slightly and starts pouring more soup into a mug.
"You are so having too much damn fun with this. Freakin' power play or something for you." Dean mutters. Because right now the older Winchester did have the advantage over him. Or something of that nature.
More a case of big brother feeling guilty about shoving baby brother in the freezing lake and starting this in the first place. "Here. Asked for something other than chicken this time."
Yeah, well... baby brother wouldn't of been shoved in the lake had he not pushed and pushed and pushed big brother on a certain subject. If he'd just gone inside like he'd been told to... this wouldn't of happened. "What is it?" Dean asks taking the mug from his brother.
"Smelled like vegetable to me. Maybe alphabet."
"You used to make that stuff." Okay, yeah that came out of nowhere but hey... He takes a drink of it anyways and makes a slight face at the taste.
"Not that hard - stove, pan, can of soup, water. Just had to make sure not to burn down the place by accident." He notices the face. "Something wrong?"
"You nearly did a few times." He smirks. Then he shrugs a bit. "Just tastes funny. That's all." Then again what didn't taste funny to him these past few days.
Sam rolls his eyes at the smirk. "Still was better at it than you." He shrugs as well.
"Well, duh. You are the big brother aren't you? Last I heard they're supposed to be better at something."
"You mean, they are better at everything."
"*Pfft* No, they're not."
"Yes they are. Little brothers just never want to admit it."
"Dude, they're so not." Dean states sticking his tongue out at his big brother. "That's like saying dogs can't bark or something."
He shakes his head, grinning. "You're sick, so I'll let that pass."
"Let what pass?" He asks finishing off the mug and setting it aside.
"Your illness-based rambling. 'Dogs can't bark'...."
"I am not rambling you punk."
"Yes you are."
"Am not." And we're back to the pacing.
"Dean...." One hand falling on his shoulder.
He blinks slightly and looks at his big brother. "What?"
"Relax. You're just going to drive yourself crazier with the pacing."
"I can't relax." He states simply. "I'm trapped. Or feel trapped." Only good thing about being trapped was Sam being in there.
"I know." It's about the only upside Sam can find to this as well. That and the fact that no one seems to be hunting Dean in here (other than the shapeshifter... and he's still not sure about that). "But you need to get better before we can do anything about that."
"Getting better does not consist of feeling trapped like some damn caged animal, Sam." Okay... maybe sometimes it did but not to Dean.
He shrugs.
"Oh you are definitely a freakin' pain in the ass."
"I'm doing the best I can. Sorry that's not good enough."
That gets a frown out of Dean. "Never said it wasn't good enough."
"Too sick to know when I'm teasing." Slight grin, though it doesn't quite show in his eyes. "Come on. You look like you're about to fall over."
"Do not." He states making a slight face but what person pays that close attention to themselves to begin with? "Not going to fall."
"Humor me. little brother."
He turns to move away from Sam but stops. "Okay, maybe bed would be good." Yeah, we think whatever Sam did is kicking in.
Too well, it seems, as Dean only takes three steps towards the bed before collapsing.
Good thing Sam's been keeping close enough to catch him, just in case.
"He's getting heavier all the time, I swear...." Muttering to himself as he sets the younger man on the mattress.
And the moment that he hits that mattress he drags his big brother down with him... if only because he hadn't let go of the older Winchester when he was laid down.
He can’t stop the fall, but he manages to twist and land beside Dean, rather than on top of him.
The younger Winchester gives a slight yawn and curls up against his big brother and lays his head on Sam's shoulder.
"Dean..." Trying to move away without disturbing his brother.
"Hmm?" He mutters.
"You need to let me get up."
"Nope." He states softly. "Comfy."
"Dean."
"Not moving." He mutters. Yeah, he's a bit too comfortable.
He's also a clingy little brat.
"Dean." He sighs. "Would you at least let me go long enough to get the covers up?"
"No." Because in order to let Sam up he'd have to let go of his big brother and he really didn't want to let go of him just yet. Not being as comfortable as he was.
"It'll just take a minute or two and I'll be right back."
Dean makes a face at that. "I guess." Though he hasn't quite relented just yet. That hold hasn't let up. It might... in a second or so.
"So do we have a deal?"
The younger Winchester grumbles something but reluctantly lets Sam go and moves away a bit so his big brother could get up.
"Alright." Quickly but carefully maneuvering Dean under the sheets.
And those green eyes are open a bit watching Sam's every movement. Or maybe he's counting how long it takes. Something like that.
Just a minute or two. Maybe three, once you add the time it takes Sam to take off his shoes before he settles back on the bed.
And once Sam is back on the bed Dean's back to curling up next to his brother and lays his head on his big brother's chest getting comfortable again.
"Better?" Asked in a near whisper.
"Mmhmm." He mutters, those green eyes closing as sleep finally took over.