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"You OK Dean?" Sam asked as the motel door closed behind him.

"I don't feel good," Dean replied as Sam sat on the bed next to him.

"What's wrong?"

"My head hurts, and my throat is killing me," Dean replied in a dry, scratchy voice.

"Did you take an Aspirin?"

"Yeah," Dean croaked.

"Get some rest," Sam said as he pulled the covers over his brother. Dean fell asleep with a content smile on his face, he was glad to have Sam by his side.