Dean had noticed you acting a bit off for the past few days; coughing, sneezing, and being quite a bit more tired than usual.

So, he'd taken it upon himself to be an overbearing mother-hen as you now sat on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and sipping a hot cup of tea as he put a cool cloth on your forehead.

"You're burning up, darlin'," he mumbles softly.