Getting sick during a hunt isn't the... best thing. At first, Izzy tried to hide it. Making excuses that the room was dusty or that the little coughs were just to clear the throat. Of course, Dean kind of believed it. But Sam? Oh, no. He saw through it instantly. He asked simple questions that broke her lie. He did this until they changed the subject to something else. But he was worried. She was his partner, obviously, he was worried! Of course, he tried to make them relax. He tried to get her to lie down and stay away from the hunt for just once. She refused... But he also knew how stubborn she could be when she wanted to. But when the next morning came and they were struggling to make things simpler, he lost his temper. Love, he sighed, approaching Izzy who was standing in front of the bathroom mirror with a tired expression on her face. You don't really look good, come on... You're going to go back to bed. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, watching her with concern in the mirror. You're boiling. He gave them a kiss on the temple. You have a fever, you look like death. Let's go. \