Like a Fever You Can't Sweat Out, a Supernatural Comment Fic Meme
Title: Like a Fever You Can’t Sweat Out
Author: lauehime
Genre/pairing: Hurt/Comfort, Family, Gen
Characters: Sam, Dean
Word count: 2,242
Summary: Written for senberet’s prompt “There's a case at a mountain lodge, and the change in atmospheric pressure has got Sam all congested (swollen sinuses, mostly, maybe a little headache) and then he manages to catch a cold on top of it... although he can't even tell at first, because he was feeling a little "off" to begin with. So he doesn't take care of it properly and it ends up getting kinda worryingly bad (bronchitis? asthma issues? idk up to you) and knocks him on his ass pretty unexpectedly because he didn't see it coming.”
Disclaimer: The show belongs to Kripke.
A/N: Written for tarotgal’s comment fic meme.
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The creature they were after had chosen the top of a mountain, of all places, to proceed to its evil activity. High up on that mountain was a touristic mountain lodge where the complaint rate had skyrocketed in the past month.
The Winchesters were already in their own room and browsing through folklore in order to find what they were up against. Sam rubbed his temples.
“Got it! It’s an Incubus!” Dean exclaimed all of a sudden. Sam looked up to his jubilant brother.
“How’d you figure?”
“They’re demons who like to take on a human form and rape their female victims. It fits the profile” the eldest explained. Indeed, the feminine customers had all accused a mysterious, but handsome, man whom had apparently forced his way on them. It wouldn’t have been a case if the women hadn’t complained about horrible nightmares during the subsequent nights.
“But then how are we going to catch it? Its victims are women, Dean. You wanna use an innocent woman as bait?” Sam asked.
Dean grinned. “Why would we do that? We have you” he winked. Sam snorted, giving his brother an accusing look. Dean laughed to himself.
“Seriously, if this thing is after women, how about we start looking for a womanizing, handsome-looking Don Juan?” Dean asked with a kinky wink.
Sam’s eyebrows shot up. “Well, that would be you…” he trailed off.
Dean’s grin widened. “I’m with you on the ‘handsome-looking’ part”
Sam rolled his eyes. He suddenly grimaced while his fingers reached for his temples again.
“Sammy?”
“I’m okay. Headache” he justified to calm his concerned brother. Dean let it go.
When Sam stood up, he was assaulted by a mild case of vertigo that quickly dissipated once he found something to hold on to. Dean sent him a worried glance.
“Yeah, okay. I feel kinda weird” Sam admitted honestly. Dean palmed his forehead.
“You feel fine. Knowing you, you’re probably having a case of mountain sickness” he joked. Sam took it seriously and decided to research it. It made sense that he managed to get mountain sickness. He also couldn’t sleep that night.
He got up exhausted and grumpy in the next morning. Dean came out of the steamy shower. “Dude, the shower’s amazing” he grinned when he spotted Sam’s face. His smile died.
“You look like crap” he blurted out. Sam rubbed his face, which felt painful to the touch.
“Didn’t sleep. My face hurts” he moaned. Dean pouted in empathy.
Sam hardly touched his breakfast. All empathy was lost to Dean when he stabbed the bacon in his brother’s plate with his fork. “Hey, no wastin’! If ya ain’t gonna eat it…” Dean started with a mouthful of half-chewed bacon. Sam turned his eyes away in disgust. He wanted to keep what little he had gotten down where it was, resting peacefully. The pressure against his cheeks was growing uncomfortable.
The itchy throat came later that afternoon.
They managed to spot their guy and tried to follow him. This way they’d know who they were up against. This went on and up to the corridor that led to the Incubus’ room. They tried to hide behind walls at the intersection. That’s when Sam’s nose started to itch.
Dean spotted his brother’s grimace and his eyes widened with fear. ‘Oh no, you don’t do that’ his eyes conveyed. Sam’s were desperate and dewy. ‘Nothing I can do, sorry’ his puppy eyes apologized.
Dean’s lips pursed tighter, brows shooting up. ‘I’ll fucking kill you if you…’
“It’chuUH! Itshn…Intshn…Ikkt’chUHHHHH!” Sam sneezed into his bare hands, covering them with liquefied mucus. Dean closed his eyes scathingly. When he looked into Sam’s direction again, he grimaced at the mess the kid had made.
Sam had also attracted attention to them. The man vessel was standing between them with a contemptuous look. “Why are you following me?” he asked, glaring at both brothers. Dean’s shoulders shot up and he tried to pull his ‘I’m innocent and have no idea what you’re talking about’ smile. The Incubus was ready to launch himself at him when Sam came by behind and put his germ-covered hands in the demon’s eyes. It screamed and tried to fight Sam off.
Dean had his ritual out and started reading the exorcism. The demon yelped in pain as the body finally crumbled to the ground. Then it was as if Sam had been waiting for this moment because he let himself loose. It’chuUH! Itshn…Intshn…IgntshUH…itgkshnt…Ikkt’chUHHHHH!
This time, Dean had a Kleenex for his brother and Sam accepted it gratefully. His sneezes turned into coughs later that night. The pressure he felt against his sinuses was enough to give him a migraine. He tried to go to bed because it all exhausted him, but the headache and sinus pain kept him awake.
First thing in the morning, his duffel was packed and he was ready to go. Dean pouted. “But the shower?” he whined. Sam shook his head stiffly.
“You’ll get one in the next motel! I just wanna get as far away from here as I can” Sam spat. Dean granted this one demand to his sick little brother.
“So you did get mountain sickness, after all? Dude, you’re a phony Sasquatch! Thought you were used to heights” Dean mocked in disbelief. Sam rolled his eyes.
“Oh my God, Dean! You’re so funny, I’m pissing myself” Sam bemocked with fake enthusiasm.
“Well aren’t you a killjoy” Dean retorted. Sam snorted.
They drove as far from the mountain as they could. Sam was still congested through the day. He thought maybe after a good night’s sleep, he’d get better. The high pressure from altitude wasn’t supposed to have prolonged effects once you weren’t exposed anymore…
But Sam felt just as crappy the next morning and the ones after. His headache had never vanished and the pressure on his sinuses was still present with the numerous sneezing fits that came with unwanted leaks. Dean studied him closely during those days.
“Hey Sam? Isn’t ‘mountain’ sickness supposed to go away when you remove the ‘mountain’?” he pointed out one day. Sam looked at him with this ‘do you think I’m stupid’ look of his.
“Don’t tell me you managed to catch a cold on top of that?” Dean continued. Sam’s eyes hardened. They weren’t questioning anymore, they begged Dean to shut the hell up.
“Maybe you gotta lay low on the rabbit food! Look at me! All grease and juice and I’m healthy as a horse” Dean claimed, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Sam shook his head in disbelief.
“You’re also dumb as a bag of hammers” Sam mumbled under his breath. Dean chuckled.
“Ooh! Yeah! That’s the Sammy I know, c’mon!” he cheered. Sam rolled his eyes.
“Very mature, Dean” he droned, rubbing his temples. Dean sighed in defeat. He really had a party pooper for a brother.
Sam didn’t start getting better from then on. His body ached all over and the coughing worsened. When Dean sent him puzzled looks, Sam only shrugged.
“I guess it’s bad to have mountain sickness AND a cold at the same time” he hypothesized. Dean rolled his eyes.
“Whatever”
Sam bought cough suppressants, nasal sprays and a kartful of tissues. Grab the bull by the horns, they say. Sam would fight this cold tooth and nail. His attempts seemed to work for about half a day. When he woke up the next morning, he was feeling like he’d been run over by two eighteen wheelers and then carried onto forty miles of gravel.
“Uhh by fvace” he moaned.
Dean was already up and reading the newspaper. He peeked over the page he was currently reading.
“What? You saw it in the mirror?” he mocked with a lopsided smirk.
“Everythindg hurds” Sam whined, clutching his head. He had a killer headache.
Dean frowned. His brother had been sick for too long to not feel at least a ‘little’ better. He glided towards Sam and palmed his forehead. For one, it was all sweaty because - oh my God, Sam - you’re sweating all over the place. The cause wasn’t hard to find. His brother’s forehead was boiling.
“Okay, this is really wrong. You’re burning up, Sam”
Sam had closed his eyes and softly leaned into Dean’s touch. “Bud I fveel kold” he shivered. Dean had to put both hands around Sam to keep his brother from slumping over.
“That’s ‘cause you’re turning into a miniature Volcano” Dean cooed. Sam’s lips twitched before parting again. Dean leaned in to listen to his brother’s wheezy breath. It was shallow. And fast.
“Sammy?”
“Hnn” Sam moaned, not even strong enough to pull his lids open.
“Okay, okay. Let me get you some aspirin and some water for that fever. Apparently I’ll have to do the nursing if I want you to get better” Dean announced.
Sam snorted. “By owdn Fvlorence Knighdingale” he mumbled, breaking into a loopy smile at the end.
“Right. Take these, Dumbo… before you drool all over me” Dean instructed as he handed the pills. Sam managed to find the right hole to put them into - with Dean’s help, that is. Sam started to cough. His big brother got him his antitussive medicine. The youngest went to sleep after that.
Even in his sleep, he was restless. He mostly shivered; enough to make Dean feel miserable watching his brother suffer. Sam’s fever didn’t go down. In fact, it kept climbing. It reached 103 when Sam woke up a shivering mess during the evening.
Dean went with the usual drill. Pills, water, cough suppressants, put Sammy back to bed. His brother kept sweating. Dean actually needed to change the bed sheets.
Still, Sam’s fever climbed and his brother was shivering so much his teeth chattered even in his sleep. Dean decided to climb in bed with his brother, but Sam was like a giant furnace. Within twenty minutes, Dean was drenched in sweat himself and Sam wasn’t any better.
Morning didn’t cure his brother. He spiked a 104 and even the medicine wasn’t enough to keep him from coughing. Dean thought his brother had been cursed or something. He had never seen Sam this sick before. He was also considering a trip to the ER. If Sam’s fever didn’t break, he wouldn’t have a choice.
He tried cold compresses, more aspirin, a cold bath even. Sam only cried in pain at the cold water and his coughing grew deeper. The wheezing also returned with a force. His little brother was mostly pale and lethargic. He wasn’t even fun to mess with anymore.
“Sorry Sammy, but you leave me with no options here. Hospital it is, kiddo”
When they finally let him see Sam, he knew he’d made the right call. His brother’s arm was swarmed with IV lines pumping antibiotics and fluids in his brother’s blood. Sam was resting, his oxygen levels slowly coming back up with the aid of a cannula.
His eyes opened to slits when Dean moved the chair closer to the bed.
“D’n” he rasped. Dean cringed at the sound of his name.
“Hey kiddo, welcome back”
Sam blinked up at him. “Hospital?” he asked, having no recollection of how he got there or even of the events before.
“Yeah, you didn’t leave me many options. Your fever got out of control and I brought you in before your geek brain fried on me” Dean smiled softly.
“Is it bad?” Sam asked after a while of silence. Dean shrugged.
“According to the doctors, you’ll live. But they couldn’t save your awful sense of humor. Sorry, you’ll have to go on without it” Dean teased. Sam couldn’t help but smile.
“What was it?”
“Bacterial pneumonia. I swear, you’ve gotta be cursed. Doctors say you probably got it ‘cause of a cold, which means you had one. I didn’t tell them about the mountain sickness, though. With your luck, they would’ve started testing you for the plague” Dean joked.
It got a laugh out of Sam, which turned into a violent coughing fit.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I meant to tell you. The cough suppressants you took… bad idea. You need to cough this shit out of your lungs. Sorry, bro” Dean added.
Sam shrugged and coughed until he was blue in the face. Dean rubbed his back gently.
“When do I get out?” Sam asked when he finally caught his breath.
“Dude, you almost died and now you wanna play the great escape?” Dean accused. Sam could see that his big brother looked exhausted, but mostly relieved. Close calls had that effect on him.
“I just can’t wait to be on bed rest with you bringing me chicken broth” Sam finally joked with a wide smile.
Dean shook his head playfully. “Forget it, Princess Samantha. Do I look like a maid to you?”
“You do actually… Lumière”
Dean gaped. “Oh my God, you’re such a geek!”
“You called me Dumbo! You’re just embracing your inner girl, Dean. Admit it” Sam pressed, giggling.
“Shut up!”
“As you wish, Princess Deana”
Dean turned crimson red. “Shut up before I strangle you with that tube around your neck!” he threatened.
“You won’t do that” Sam stated.
“Says who?”
“Says me. You do love me”
Dean smiled. “I do love you” he repeated, but his voice was clear; sincere.
“Thank you, Dean…” ‘For saving me, for not letting me die’
“Anytime, Sammy” ‘Anything for you, little brother. I’d give you my life’
END
Author: lauehime
Genre/pairing: Hurt/Comfort, Family, Gen
Characters: Sam, Dean
Word count: 2,242
Summary: Written for senberet’s prompt “There's a case at a mountain lodge, and the change in atmospheric pressure has got Sam all congested (swollen sinuses, mostly, maybe a little headache) and then he manages to catch a cold on top of it... although he can't even tell at first, because he was feeling a little "off" to begin with. So he doesn't take care of it properly and it ends up getting kinda worryingly bad (bronchitis? asthma issues? idk up to you) and knocks him on his ass pretty unexpectedly because he didn't see it coming.”
Disclaimer: The show belongs to Kripke.
A/N: Written for tarotgal’s comment fic meme.
SNSN
The creature they were after had chosen the top of a mountain, of all places, to proceed to its evil activity. High up on that mountain was a touristic mountain lodge where the complaint rate had skyrocketed in the past month.
The Winchesters were already in their own room and browsing through folklore in order to find what they were up against. Sam rubbed his temples.
“Got it! It’s an Incubus!” Dean exclaimed all of a sudden. Sam looked up to his jubilant brother.
“How’d you figure?”
“They’re demons who like to take on a human form and rape their female victims. It fits the profile” the eldest explained. Indeed, the feminine customers had all accused a mysterious, but handsome, man whom had apparently forced his way on them. It wouldn’t have been a case if the women hadn’t complained about horrible nightmares during the subsequent nights.
“But then how are we going to catch it? Its victims are women, Dean. You wanna use an innocent woman as bait?” Sam asked.
Dean grinned. “Why would we do that? We have you” he winked. Sam snorted, giving his brother an accusing look. Dean laughed to himself.
“Seriously, if this thing is after women, how about we start looking for a womanizing, handsome-looking Don Juan?” Dean asked with a kinky wink.
Sam’s eyebrows shot up. “Well, that would be you…” he trailed off.
Dean’s grin widened. “I’m with you on the ‘handsome-looking’ part”
Sam rolled his eyes. He suddenly grimaced while his fingers reached for his temples again.
“Sammy?”
“I’m okay. Headache” he justified to calm his concerned brother. Dean let it go.
When Sam stood up, he was assaulted by a mild case of vertigo that quickly dissipated once he found something to hold on to. Dean sent him a worried glance.
“Yeah, okay. I feel kinda weird” Sam admitted honestly. Dean palmed his forehead.
“You feel fine. Knowing you, you’re probably having a case of mountain sickness” he joked. Sam took it seriously and decided to research it. It made sense that he managed to get mountain sickness. He also couldn’t sleep that night.
He got up exhausted and grumpy in the next morning. Dean came out of the steamy shower. “Dude, the shower’s amazing” he grinned when he spotted Sam’s face. His smile died.
“You look like crap” he blurted out. Sam rubbed his face, which felt painful to the touch.
“Didn’t sleep. My face hurts” he moaned. Dean pouted in empathy.
Sam hardly touched his breakfast. All empathy was lost to Dean when he stabbed the bacon in his brother’s plate with his fork. “Hey, no wastin’! If ya ain’t gonna eat it…” Dean started with a mouthful of half-chewed bacon. Sam turned his eyes away in disgust. He wanted to keep what little he had gotten down where it was, resting peacefully. The pressure against his cheeks was growing uncomfortable.
The itchy throat came later that afternoon.
They managed to spot their guy and tried to follow him. This way they’d know who they were up against. This went on and up to the corridor that led to the Incubus’ room. They tried to hide behind walls at the intersection. That’s when Sam’s nose started to itch.
Dean spotted his brother’s grimace and his eyes widened with fear. ‘Oh no, you don’t do that’ his eyes conveyed. Sam’s were desperate and dewy. ‘Nothing I can do, sorry’ his puppy eyes apologized.
Dean’s lips pursed tighter, brows shooting up. ‘I’ll fucking kill you if you…’
“It’chuUH! Itshn…Intshn…Ikkt’chUHHHHH!” Sam sneezed into his bare hands, covering them with liquefied mucus. Dean closed his eyes scathingly. When he looked into Sam’s direction again, he grimaced at the mess the kid had made.
Sam had also attracted attention to them. The man vessel was standing between them with a contemptuous look. “Why are you following me?” he asked, glaring at both brothers. Dean’s shoulders shot up and he tried to pull his ‘I’m innocent and have no idea what you’re talking about’ smile. The Incubus was ready to launch himself at him when Sam came by behind and put his germ-covered hands in the demon’s eyes. It screamed and tried to fight Sam off.
Dean had his ritual out and started reading the exorcism. The demon yelped in pain as the body finally crumbled to the ground. Then it was as if Sam had been waiting for this moment because he let himself loose. It’chuUH! Itshn…Intshn…IgntshUH…itgkshnt…Ikkt’chUHHHHH!
This time, Dean had a Kleenex for his brother and Sam accepted it gratefully. His sneezes turned into coughs later that night. The pressure he felt against his sinuses was enough to give him a migraine. He tried to go to bed because it all exhausted him, but the headache and sinus pain kept him awake.
First thing in the morning, his duffel was packed and he was ready to go. Dean pouted. “But the shower?” he whined. Sam shook his head stiffly.
“You’ll get one in the next motel! I just wanna get as far away from here as I can” Sam spat. Dean granted this one demand to his sick little brother.
“So you did get mountain sickness, after all? Dude, you’re a phony Sasquatch! Thought you were used to heights” Dean mocked in disbelief. Sam rolled his eyes.
“Oh my God, Dean! You’re so funny, I’m pissing myself” Sam bemocked with fake enthusiasm.
“Well aren’t you a killjoy” Dean retorted. Sam snorted.
They drove as far from the mountain as they could. Sam was still congested through the day. He thought maybe after a good night’s sleep, he’d get better. The high pressure from altitude wasn’t supposed to have prolonged effects once you weren’t exposed anymore…
But Sam felt just as crappy the next morning and the ones after. His headache had never vanished and the pressure on his sinuses was still present with the numerous sneezing fits that came with unwanted leaks. Dean studied him closely during those days.
“Hey Sam? Isn’t ‘mountain’ sickness supposed to go away when you remove the ‘mountain’?” he pointed out one day. Sam looked at him with this ‘do you think I’m stupid’ look of his.
“Don’t tell me you managed to catch a cold on top of that?” Dean continued. Sam’s eyes hardened. They weren’t questioning anymore, they begged Dean to shut the hell up.
“Maybe you gotta lay low on the rabbit food! Look at me! All grease and juice and I’m healthy as a horse” Dean claimed, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Sam shook his head in disbelief.
“You’re also dumb as a bag of hammers” Sam mumbled under his breath. Dean chuckled.
“Ooh! Yeah! That’s the Sammy I know, c’mon!” he cheered. Sam rolled his eyes.
“Very mature, Dean” he droned, rubbing his temples. Dean sighed in defeat. He really had a party pooper for a brother.
Sam didn’t start getting better from then on. His body ached all over and the coughing worsened. When Dean sent him puzzled looks, Sam only shrugged.
“I guess it’s bad to have mountain sickness AND a cold at the same time” he hypothesized. Dean rolled his eyes.
“Whatever”
Sam bought cough suppressants, nasal sprays and a kartful of tissues. Grab the bull by the horns, they say. Sam would fight this cold tooth and nail. His attempts seemed to work for about half a day. When he woke up the next morning, he was feeling like he’d been run over by two eighteen wheelers and then carried onto forty miles of gravel.
“Uhh by fvace” he moaned.
Dean was already up and reading the newspaper. He peeked over the page he was currently reading.
“What? You saw it in the mirror?” he mocked with a lopsided smirk.
“Everythindg hurds” Sam whined, clutching his head. He had a killer headache.
Dean frowned. His brother had been sick for too long to not feel at least a ‘little’ better. He glided towards Sam and palmed his forehead. For one, it was all sweaty because - oh my God, Sam - you’re sweating all over the place. The cause wasn’t hard to find. His brother’s forehead was boiling.
“Okay, this is really wrong. You’re burning up, Sam”
Sam had closed his eyes and softly leaned into Dean’s touch. “Bud I fveel kold” he shivered. Dean had to put both hands around Sam to keep his brother from slumping over.
“That’s ‘cause you’re turning into a miniature Volcano” Dean cooed. Sam’s lips twitched before parting again. Dean leaned in to listen to his brother’s wheezy breath. It was shallow. And fast.
“Sammy?”
“Hnn” Sam moaned, not even strong enough to pull his lids open.
“Okay, okay. Let me get you some aspirin and some water for that fever. Apparently I’ll have to do the nursing if I want you to get better” Dean announced.
Sam snorted. “By owdn Fvlorence Knighdingale” he mumbled, breaking into a loopy smile at the end.
“Right. Take these, Dumbo… before you drool all over me” Dean instructed as he handed the pills. Sam managed to find the right hole to put them into - with Dean’s help, that is. Sam started to cough. His big brother got him his antitussive medicine. The youngest went to sleep after that.
Even in his sleep, he was restless. He mostly shivered; enough to make Dean feel miserable watching his brother suffer. Sam’s fever didn’t go down. In fact, it kept climbing. It reached 103 when Sam woke up a shivering mess during the evening.
Dean went with the usual drill. Pills, water, cough suppressants, put Sammy back to bed. His brother kept sweating. Dean actually needed to change the bed sheets.
Still, Sam’s fever climbed and his brother was shivering so much his teeth chattered even in his sleep. Dean decided to climb in bed with his brother, but Sam was like a giant furnace. Within twenty minutes, Dean was drenched in sweat himself and Sam wasn’t any better.
Morning didn’t cure his brother. He spiked a 104 and even the medicine wasn’t enough to keep him from coughing. Dean thought his brother had been cursed or something. He had never seen Sam this sick before. He was also considering a trip to the ER. If Sam’s fever didn’t break, he wouldn’t have a choice.
He tried cold compresses, more aspirin, a cold bath even. Sam only cried in pain at the cold water and his coughing grew deeper. The wheezing also returned with a force. His little brother was mostly pale and lethargic. He wasn’t even fun to mess with anymore.
“Sorry Sammy, but you leave me with no options here. Hospital it is, kiddo”
When they finally let him see Sam, he knew he’d made the right call. His brother’s arm was swarmed with IV lines pumping antibiotics and fluids in his brother’s blood. Sam was resting, his oxygen levels slowly coming back up with the aid of a cannula.
His eyes opened to slits when Dean moved the chair closer to the bed.
“D’n” he rasped. Dean cringed at the sound of his name.
“Hey kiddo, welcome back”
Sam blinked up at him. “Hospital?” he asked, having no recollection of how he got there or even of the events before.
“Yeah, you didn’t leave me many options. Your fever got out of control and I brought you in before your geek brain fried on me” Dean smiled softly.
“Is it bad?” Sam asked after a while of silence. Dean shrugged.
“According to the doctors, you’ll live. But they couldn’t save your awful sense of humor. Sorry, you’ll have to go on without it” Dean teased. Sam couldn’t help but smile.
“What was it?”
“Bacterial pneumonia. I swear, you’ve gotta be cursed. Doctors say you probably got it ‘cause of a cold, which means you had one. I didn’t tell them about the mountain sickness, though. With your luck, they would’ve started testing you for the plague” Dean joked.
It got a laugh out of Sam, which turned into a violent coughing fit.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I meant to tell you. The cough suppressants you took… bad idea. You need to cough this shit out of your lungs. Sorry, bro” Dean added.
Sam shrugged and coughed until he was blue in the face. Dean rubbed his back gently.
“When do I get out?” Sam asked when he finally caught his breath.
“Dude, you almost died and now you wanna play the great escape?” Dean accused. Sam could see that his big brother looked exhausted, but mostly relieved. Close calls had that effect on him.
“I just can’t wait to be on bed rest with you bringing me chicken broth” Sam finally joked with a wide smile.
Dean shook his head playfully. “Forget it, Princess Samantha. Do I look like a maid to you?”
“You do actually… Lumière”
Dean gaped. “Oh my God, you’re such a geek!”
“You called me Dumbo! You’re just embracing your inner girl, Dean. Admit it” Sam pressed, giggling.
“Shut up!”
“As you wish, Princess Deana”
Dean turned crimson red. “Shut up before I strangle you with that tube around your neck!” he threatened.
“You won’t do that” Sam stated.
“Says who?”
“Says me. You do love me”
Dean smiled. “I do love you” he repeated, but his voice was clear; sincere.
“Thank you, Dean…” ‘For saving me, for not letting me die’
“Anytime, Sammy” ‘Anything for you, little brother. I’d give you my life’
END