Meds

Dean shook and groaned pitifully on the Impala's passenger side. He was allowed to considering Sam wasn't in the car, instead buying him meds.

He couldn't pretend anymore, he felt so hot, not well at all. Sam was obsessing over him, and he relented a while ago, admitting he needed some relief. It was probably the flu but he never remembered feeling this bad.

Sam slid back into the car, trying and failing to feel his forehead. He handed over the pills and drove to find a motel. Dean sank down and slept, finally letting his brother look after him.

FIN