The tow truck guy got the Impala hooked in place and Sam was soon squeezed between a complete stranger and his older brother. Dean looked drowned and sat, dripping, clothes clinging to his skin. Sam leaned into Dean anyway, feeling awkward leaning against a stranger and feeling too dizzy to sit up straight on his own. Sam felt like sneezing again but rubbed at his nose to get the tickle to die away. He rubbed the collar of his shirt beneath his runny nose and the tow truck driver eyed him. It was better than sniffling though and the guy would probably let it go without comment considering how cold and wet it was outside. A little case of the sniffles was to be expected.
“Hang on.” Dean rested a hand on Sam’s let and squeezing in a reassuring sort of way. “Two miles… station… fix.” It didn’t make a lot of sense, but Sam guessed what he meant. He hung on.
And, sure enough, soon he was stretched out across four plastic chairs inside a gas station repair shop. He sat up when Dean came over with plastic cup of water and a couple pills. Sam swallowed them, glad to not have to explain how he felt. The florescent lights overhead made him squint and want to close his eyes. Dean said something, but the words were and mixed-up jumble Sam couldn’t make any sense of.
All he knew was that when Dean pressed a hand to Sam’s forehead, it felt good. And he both felt and saw that Dean was shivering nonstop. “Cold?”
It was meant as a question but Dean took it as a complaint. “Me too.” His teeth chattered. He fussed with his jacket, draped over part of Sam’s front when he should have been wearing it.
Sam forced his eyes to focus and saw a coffee machine in the corner of the room. He pointed and Dean jingled change in his pocket until he came up with enough for a cup. But when he brought it to Sam, Sam pushed it back, making Dean drink it, hold it. “I don’t feel good.” Sam’s whisper sounded too loud to him in the large, empty room, and he was glad Dean didn’t answer back, just nod.
When Sam felt like sneezing again, he quickly lifted his shirt collar to his nose. “ihhchhhhhh!” Dean handed over the napkin he’d picked up for the coffee and Sam swabbed at his nose until it stopped running.
An especially violent shiver gripped Dean, despite the coffee, and Sam scooted closer. It was uncomfortable, sitting on the edges of two chairs to get right up beside his brother. But Dean wrapped a protective arm around him and Sam found his spot there. Sam gave his brother his own feverish body heat until Dean stopped shivering.
It would only take an hour or so to fix up the Impala enough to make her road-worthy. An hour until Dean could change. An hour until they were rolling down the road again with the heat on high. An hour until they could dig the thermometer out of the small first aid kid and find out how bad Sam’s fever was. An hour until Sam could sleep and rid himself of the words that didn’t make any sense in his head.
An hour until Sam would have to pull out of Dean’s embrace. He dipped his hand into his pocket and pressed the LEGO brick into his brother’s palm. Then he rested his head on Dean’s shoulder.
The tow truck guy got the Impala hooked in place and Sam was soon squeezed between a complete stranger and his older brother. Dean looked drowned and sat, dripping, clothes clinging to his skin. Sam leaned into Dean anyway, feeling awkward leaning against a stranger and feeling too dizzy to sit up straight on his own. Sam felt like sneezing again but rubbed at his nose to get the tickle to die away. He rubbed the collar of his shirt beneath his runny nose and the tow truck driver eyed him. It was better than sniffling though and the guy would probably let it go without comment considering how cold and wet it was outside. A little case of the sniffles was to be expected.
“Hang on.” Dean rested a hand on Sam’s let and squeezing in a reassuring sort of way. “Two miles… station… fix.” It didn’t make a lot of sense, but Sam guessed what he meant. He hung on.
And, sure enough, soon he was stretched out across four plastic chairs inside a gas station repair shop. He sat up when Dean came over with plastic cup of water and a couple pills. Sam swallowed them, glad to not have to explain how he felt. The florescent lights overhead made him squint and want to close his eyes. Dean said something, but the words were and mixed-up jumble Sam couldn’t make any sense of.
All he knew was that when Dean pressed a hand to Sam’s forehead, it felt good. And he both felt and saw that Dean was shivering nonstop. “Cold?”
It was meant as a question but Dean took it as a complaint. “Me too.” His teeth chattered. He fussed with his jacket, draped over part of Sam’s front when he should have been wearing it.
Sam forced his eyes to focus and saw a coffee machine in the corner of the room. He pointed and Dean jingled change in his pocket until he came up with enough for a cup. But when he brought it to Sam, Sam pushed it back, making Dean drink it, hold it. “I don’t feel good.” Sam’s whisper sounded too loud to him in the large, empty room, and he was glad Dean didn’t answer back, just nod.
When Sam felt like sneezing again, he quickly lifted his shirt collar to his nose. “ihhchhhhhh!” Dean handed over the napkin he’d picked up for the coffee and Sam swabbed at his nose until it stopped running.
An especially violent shiver gripped Dean, despite the coffee, and Sam scooted closer. It was uncomfortable, sitting on the edges of two chairs to get right up beside his brother. But Dean wrapped a protective arm around him and Sam found his spot there. Sam gave his brother his own feverish body heat until Dean stopped shivering.
It would only take an hour or so to fix up the Impala enough to make her road-worthy. An hour until Dean could change. An hour until they were rolling down the road again with the heat on high. An hour until they could dig the thermometer out of the small first aid kid and find out how bad Sam’s fever was. An hour until Sam could sleep and rid himself of the words that didn’t make any sense in his head.
An hour until Sam would have to pull out of Dean’s embrace. He dipped his hand into his pocket and pressed the LEGO brick into his brother’s palm. Then he rested his head on Dean’s shoulder.
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