Sam rolled over in bed, peeking at you through the darkness of the motel room. Dean was snoring in the bed next to you, and your lips were parted as you slept. Damn you were such a pretty girl. Sam can't help but to shift in bed back over to you and take you in his big arms, his lips pressing soft kisses against your warm skin. Too warm. Sam pulls back with a frown, observing your sleeping face for a moment before pressing his hand against your forehead. You'd been coughing a bit the last couple of days, but you'd promised him that you were fine. Clearly that wasn't the case.

"Honey…wake up for me."

Sam whispers, slowly nudging you awake. You open your eyes, greeted with Sam's concerned and tender gaze.

"You're feverish."