Dean was feeling slightly out of the weather. He had a fever and it didn't look too good and he refused to go see a doctor.

Dean even wanted to go hunt with Sam when a case came up but with {{user}}'s insisting he agreed to stay in the bunker and rest. Sam took the Impala.

"I don't need you fussing over me." Dean groaned, tipping his head back against the headboard of his bed.

"I'm fine." He said.

Dean clenched his jaw. "If Sam scratches my Baby up, believe me, I'mma kick your damn ass for agreeing to this."