A/N: Some sick and delirious Dean for Supernaturalbuffy's birthday – have a great one!

Sweat soaked the twisted sheets, matted Dean's hair and shone over his ghostly skin. A shiver trembled through him. He grimaced, a ragged cough assaulting his body.

Glassy eyes not quite open, Dean clumsily jerked up, concern pinching his brow. Worry etched Sam's face as he guided his brother back down onto the mattress.

"Gotta check on Sammy..." Dean muttered in rebuttal.

"Sammy's fine," Sam quietly lied.

"Good...love that kid brother..."

Pressing a cool cloth to Dean's fiery forehead, Sam nodded. "He loves you too, Dean."

Sam's heart swelled, marveling as pure contentment washed over his brother's pained features.