Title: Heat Score
Author: Mad Server
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Dean's sick and clingy.
A/N: Belated submission to the E/O challenge, for "raw." This comes after "Keener." Because PA Davis is smart.
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys.

"You could get caught."

"I won't."

"You could get jumped."

"It's noon."

"People get jumped at noon."

"Name one."

Suited, keys in hand, Sam watched Dean's bloodshot eyes unfocus: two breaths, three, four, all through his mouth. Perched on the edge of the bed, Dean palmed his eyes shut, sniffled. "Goddamn kids," he muttered.

"...It's just for a few hours."

"You'll need backup."

"You'll be asleep."

"I'm a better snoop than you."

"Not today."

Dean coughed something up, licked his sleeve and shivered, then sneezed, grimacing, raw-throated.

Sam frowned. "You really want me to stay?"

Dean looked up, flushing. "What?"