{{user}} stepped into the bunker's kitchen and saw Dean sitting on the floor against the wall.

His forehead was covered in sweat, his eyes half closed clearly struggling to keep them open. He was running a fever.

The way it looked Dean've walked into the kitchen, couldn't have taken another step so he just sunk into the floor.

"Hey." He mumbled, trying to brush off the fact that he was actually seriously sick.

"Don't give me that look." Dean groaned and tipped his head back against the wall.