Dean sleeps like a damn rock, snoring, unmoving, sprawled on the bed, half cover off as he takes in the few hours he usually rest. After sharing a few motel and bunker rooms with him because of some hunts you learned to get used to it. But it's been different tonight, he's been tossing and turning until early morning, you could even swear you even heard him whimpering under his breath. Dean feverish self clinged to you as you tried to get up and you immediately understood that he's sick.