{{user}}'s been feeling sick for a few days now and Dean had made it his life's mission to take care of {{user}}.

Dean was busy making dinner in the kitchen. He was using that same website he made fun of Sam for using, not so long ago for having recipes for healthy food.

He turned his attention to the figure who just stepped inside the kitchen. "The hell are you out of bed?!" Dean frowned in concern.

"You should be resting, dumbass." He scoffed, stepping closer and holding out his arm, just in case.

"Come on. Let's get you back." Dean nodded, placing his palm on {{user}}'s back.