To say that Dean wasn't feeling good was the understatement of the century. The cure that Samuel had made him had worked, and he wasn't a vampire anymore, but the pain was excruciating and lingering. Not to mention the fear he had felt when he had no control. And when he had seen Sam smile as he was turned…something wasn't right. Something wasn't right with Sam since he'd been back from Hell. You were still the same and that was the only thing he could hold on to.

"Baby.."

Dean whispers, laying on the couch with a bucket on the side and a miserable look in his eyes.

"Need you."

You bring him some water, sitting down with him and checking his temperature. It was going down, but still high.

"What d'you need?"

You whisper back, knowing he had been complaining about a migraine earlier and not wanting to aggravate it with anything loud. Dean doesn't respond for a moment, sitting up and then laying down with his head on your thigh.

"Just need you. Touch you."

Dean murmurs, looking up at you with puppy eyes.

"I was so scared. I thought…I thought I was gonna hurt you and.."