The shower stopped. Sam paced outside the bathroom, explosive sneezing behind the door making him wince.

"Damn it, Dean, I mean it...it's raining, cold and you're still sick. You know same as me the research points to a single black dog and that means I can do this one alone. Dude, give it up and get back into bed."

The bathroom door opened and Dean walked out, almost dressed. His outer shirt was buttoned crookedly, half tucked in his jeans and he was missing a sock. Sam watched, eyebrows raised, as Dean grabbed a black sock out of his duffle. He pulled it on, not seeming to notice that it didn't match the white sock on his left foot. Fevered or pissed, the angry redness to his cheeks didn't bode well. He pulled on his boots, tied one and left the other laces hanging. He stood, swaying for a moment, finger pointed in warning at Sam's attempted approach. He steadied himself, back of his legs against the bed. He sneezed twice into the crook of his arm, swallowing past the pain from his visibly swollen glands. He started for the door. Sam took a deep breath and stepped in his way. Dean leaned back, then gave Sam a look that wasn't meant for family, even annoying little brothers. Sam held out a fistful of meds and a coke, feeding the glare back to Dean, adding that this was not optional. He stayed right in Dean's space, not budging. Dean huffed noisily, and then took the meds from Sam's hand. He tossed all the pills in his mouth, drinking them down with a quick shudder. He slammed the can back onto the table, cola splashing out onto the floor. He narrowed his fevered gaze at Sam again. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he stepped back, grabbing a handful of tissues.

"Aww, awwchutzzzssss." He bit back a moan, left hand going to his throat. He didn't pull away from the large hand that quickly and gently rested on his shoulder, keeping him from rocking back. Sniffling noisily, he looked up, seeing Sam's anxiety over him being so sick, then quickly looked away. He blew his nose.

"You deed bee."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Never a question, bro."

Dean cleared his throat, grimacing and nodded. He grabbed his leather jacket, heading out the door. Sam picked up the keys, his own jacket and then the Tylenol bottle, stuffing it in his pocket and opening the door. He stared at Dean. Dean's face flushed even redder. He stalked back in, shoulder bumped past Sam, grabbing the Kleenex box. He headed back outside, ignoring Sam completely. Sam half smiled, shaking his head.

"Stubborn jerk."