E/O Challenge - Curl. (This is a day late; sorry all.)
100 words on the dot! A first for me. ^.^
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Supernatural.
The light flickers gently on the walls, casting long shadows that dance in the corners. The room is deathly still, quiet to a point of emptiness. It's cold, but the heat won't go any higher.
Dean sits in silence, simply watching and waiting. The protector.
Sam shudders and shakes, moans escalading to near screams as he battles the war with sickness, staving off the frozen hands of death that reach for him. He curls into an even tighter ball, eyes closed and mind lost in the fever, searching for any warmth he can.
Dean stays still, holding his constant vigil.