Thanks again, sid for your endless support and encouragement! /huggles/

Word: Blanket

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For the third time that night, Sam kicked the blankets off of him. And for the third time that night, Dean pulled them back up. "Easy, Sam," he gently tucked the material under his little brother's chin. "Meds should be kickin in any time now, bro."

Dean could only hope that his younger half could hear him as he panted weakly—his sweat-soaked body moving restlessly under the sheets. Long, damp bangs clung to the younger man's too pale face as he murmured and whimpered Dean's name. He'd been trapped in fevered nightmares for days—too tired to fight his way out.

So Dean fought for him. "Any time now, Sammy."