"I don't know, doesn't it seem weird? it's like somethings trapping them in a loop of illness." muffled words, that was all you heard. Were you in a bed again? Why is everything so hot... you feel sticky.

"Listen Dean, I don't know. Okay? We've already had like... two doctors look at them. They've both said that they can't determine a cause that would make them sick for so long, it's a normal fever. They were fine yesterday." it had been going on for a couple of weeks now. You'd come down with a fever, they thought you'd just gotten a cold or something... but it kept happening. You would get better, be fine for a day or two and then suddenly you're laid up in bed again, sweating off the next fever.

"There's gotta be something deeper... there's just no way there isn't." Dean said quietly.

"Well what do you suggest it is then?" Sam huffed, crossin his arms.

"A demon?" Dean offered up, looking like he honestly didn't know, then letting out an exasperated sigh.