"I think I came down with something babe," Dean says as he coughs his guts out. His cough was as if he was barking, wet, and weak. He takes a seat immediately after, holding his head up with nothing but his hands.
It was extremely rare for Dean to ever get sick. The last time he got sick was when a witch cursed him to feel every single pregnant woman's nausea and sensitive nose. Everything made him throw up and he promised me he'd support me when and if I became pregnant. That was almost 2 centuries ago when we were still in high school. In motherly instinct, I grab my thermometer from the drawer and stick it in his mouth. He started laughing due to his immature and dirty mind when I told him to close his lips around the tip of the thermometer. I slap his shoulder in annoyance as he still refuses to close his lips. When he finally did do as he was told, I let out a loud gasp once I read his temperature. He had a high fever!
"What's wrong?" he mumbles before he sees the thermometer, "holy cow. I can't be sick. I have an important case that I'm going with Sammy with."
"Baby, you can't go anywhere with a high fever. You'll be nauseous and you'll be sweaty. You need to stay home for a couple of days"
"This can't be happening."
He slams his hand on the table and walks away, huffing out air upset. I let out a disappointed sigh. He's so stubborn sometimes, it makes me mad. Since I knew he was going to be the worst of the worst when he came back from that case, I decided to go grab some over-the-counter medication. I finish drinking the rest of my tea before rushing to our room to look presentable. Dean wasn't anywhere to be found but at this moment, I didn't care. I just grabbed my keys and my wallet to head off to the pharmacy. This guy hasn't gotten sick in years and I know he's going to suffer every symptom at least once throughout his recovery. Dean is dressed up and has his duffel bag in hand when I approach the garage. He looks at me up and down as I stare at him.
"Babe," he says with a smile, "this case is important."
"Your health is important too. Tell Sam to hurry your ass back home after," I tell him as I turn on my car.
"Yes ma'am."
He throws the duffel bag into the trunk and blows me a kiss. I roll my eyes playfully and pretend to catch it and place it in my pocket. I don't bother to wait to see Sam and just hurry off. All I want is that he doesn't get Sam sick as well because that's gonna be a hassle. It's already like taking care of babies with them not being sick.
Two Days Later
"Babe, we're-"
Dean immediately goes into a coughing fit, sounding like he'd cough up his lungs. He drops his duffel bag onto the floor as he enters the kitchen. He clings to the wall as his coughing only worsens. I immediately dropped whatever I was doing to help him over to the table to sit down. He grabs his chest as he slowly tries to regain his breathing. He looked even worse than when he left.
"What did I tell you, Dean?" I scolded as I checked his temperature again, "You're even worse than when you left."
"I'm completely fine, babe. See?" he says as he shows me a crooked smile.
Sam comes into the kitchen not too long after. He awkwardly waves as he heads to the fridge, taking out a Ceaser salad. I squint my eyes at Dean like a mother as I watch him sink into his chair.
"How did the hunt go, Sam?" I ask him as he takes a seat opposite Dean.
"We had to get some help from Garth 'cause Dean wasn't feeling well."
I look over at Dean one more time, who looks even more pale and tired. He just smiles playfully and wiggles his fingers. I continue making lunch, hearing Dean's disgusting coughs over and over. He still claims he's fine and it's just extreme allergies. I just agree to shut him up because his massiveego refuses to be wrong. As I turn around to hand Dean a bowl of hot soup, Sam covers his mouth with his elbow and a pretty harsh cough comes out. His eyes widened as he didn't move for a while.
