A/N: Oh PRL! I was sorry to hear you were sick! Your drabbles always make me smile, and I can only hope to return the favor. *Hugs* Hope you feel 100% very soon, and here's a little sick! Sam to help.

Disclaimer: If I owned the boys, I would share them with my good friends here at ! seeing as I do not, I can only share my words.

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"-between attacks?" Sam lifted his head from the blessedly cold passenger window, tuning in to the question a few seconds too late.

"Right."

"Hungry? We can grab burgers."

"Nah."

"You alright?"

"Fine."

Should have worn a hoodie. Stupid rain. Sam watched the blurry landscape, rubbing his eyes. Highway greenery became parking lot macadam. Squinted at the motel sign, confused and headachy.

"Huh?"

Dean squeezed his brother's knee, anchoring Sam with that familial affection reserved for

illness.

"Red eyes, sniffles, one word answers- I recognize the signs of a sick Sammy. We're parking it." Stifling a sneeze, Sam sighed, acquiesced.

"Okay."