Disclaimer: These characters are only on loan.
Challenge Word: Graze
Dean awoke; perspiration on his temples, his shirt damp, shivers running the length of his spine.
He snuffed through clogged nasal passages and sputtered and choked until he made it to his side and breathed carefully through an open mouth.
He hummed a quiet moan, eyes desperately closed.
His shirt chafed fever sensitive skin and he didn't acknowledge Sam settling in on the edge of the bed.
Sam's knuckle grazed his eyebrow, smoothing away moisture. "Your fever's going up again. Drink this."
Dean harrumphed disapproval but sucked at the straw Sam provided.
Sam wiped something cool across his brow. "Sleep."