Rating: K
Genre: H/C
Word count: approx 100 words
Just a bit of utterly plotless, sappy, dribblesome hurt/comfort for no better reason than because I felt like it!
Sam tenderly pushed strands of damp hair away from his brother's warm forehead, "boy, when you get a fever, you do it in style!" he joked.
"like t' do a job prop'ly" murmured Dean through a deep shuddering breath.
Sam pressed a damp facecloth against Dean's flushed face. "Shhh, take it easy dude…" he whispered, squeezing a clammy shoulder.
Dean swallowed as the cool facecloth, guided by Sam's gentle hand, travelled down his sweat slicked throat to his burning chest.
Impossibly long lashes swept glistening cheekbones as glassy green eyes slowly opened to gaze up at Sam.
Sam would make everything better.
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Date: 2011-02-17 08:16 am (UTC)Thank you for sharing!