E/O Challenge Theme: Dean has a fever

Happy birthday Mad Server! Enjoy sick Dean!

Shrieks of pain woke Sam out of a sound sleep. Dean was sitting up in bed, holding his abdomen. From the look on his face, Sam could tell his brother was in a lot of pain.
"Are you all right, Dean?"
"What does it look like?" Dean was cut off when another sharp pain ripped through his abdomenal cavity, causing him to shout and almost double over. Sam jumped out of bed and went to his brother's side. When he clicked the lamp on to get a better look at his brother, his worries were more than confirmed. Dean's face was pale, and he was sweating bullets, but he was shivering like he was sleeping in a refrigerator.
"I think you've got a fever, Dean. Let me get the thermometer."
"I don't have a fever – ow! I don't get fevers."
"No one is hot and cold at the same time. You're sick, Dean. Let me help you."
Sam retrieved a digital thermometer from the first aid kit Dean kept in his rucksack. As he went over to take Dean's temperature, his brother collapsed on the bed.
"Dean!" Sam quickly went over and stuck the t hermometer in Dean's ear. It beeped instantly, and Sam was shocked to see a reading of 102°. He needed to get Dean to a hospital immediately.
Carefully Sam draped Dean's arm around his shoulder so he could get his unconscious body to the Impala. The nearest hospital was only 5 miles east of their hotel. Sam recognized Dean's symptoms as soon as his brother passed out. Dean most likely had appendicitis. Sam was hospitalized with it when he was just 12 years old. He remembered his father's worry as they wheeled Sam into the operating room. Now Dean had it, and Sam was going to experience the same worry.
When Sam entered the hospital 20 minutes later with an unconscious Dean dragging next to him, three nurses and a doctor quickly aided him. Dean was immediately put onto a gurney and wheeled back into the operating room. Sam told the doctor of his suspicions, and the doctor ordered Sam to wait out by the nurses' station, promising a full report on Dean.
Sam got himself a cup of coffee from the machine next to the nurses' station and sank into a chair. It was 3:30 in the morning, and he was exhausted. They had just chased a werewolf all over New Orleans, and finally cornered the thing in an alley on the French Quarter. All he wanted to do was get some sleep.
The doctor woke Sam a half-hour later, and informed him that Dean was going to be all right. They had opened him up just in time to see the appendix start rupturing, and managed to extract it successfully. Sam breathed a sigh of relief, and asked if he could see his brother.
Dean was lying back in his bed, flipping through the TV channels when Sam came in to see him.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine." There was a moment of silence between them. "Hey, uh, thanks for catching that, little bro."