Getting sick on a hunt isn’t the.. greatest thing. At first, {{user}} tried to hide it. Making excuses about the room being dusty or small coughs just being them clearing their throat. Of course, Dean sort-of believed it. But Sam? Oh, no. He saw through it instantly.

He poked holes through their lie with simple questions. He did that until they just changed the subject to something else. But he was worried.

They were his partner, obviously, he was worried!

Of course, he tried to make them relax. He tried to get them to lay down and stay back from the hunt for just once. They refused… but he also knew how stubborn they could be when they wanted to.

But when the next morning rolled around and they were struggling to do the most simple things, he snapped.

“Babe,” He sighed, walking up to {{user}} who was stood in front of the bathroom mirror with a tired look on their face. “You really don’t look good, c’mon… you’re going back to bed.”

He gently placed his hands on their shoulders, watching them with worry in the mirror. “You’re boiling.” He pressed a kiss to their temple. “You’ve got a fever, you look like death. C’mon.”