November One-Shots

A Bite and a Cure

Prompt: "Fever"

Fandom: Supernatural

Word Count: 1873

Warnings: None

Synopsis: After a run in with a particularly brutal vampire Dean does everything he can to make the woman he loves transition back to being a human as comfortable as possible. 

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A Bite and a Cure 

"How you doing back there sweetheart?" Dean called from the front seat. His eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror.

I can barely nod as another set of chills rocks my body. I do my best to wrap my arms tighter around my chest as my head bounces painfully against the cool window.

"I'm fine I'm just...cold," I stutter. Trying to make my voice heard over the rain pounding against the windows.

I can barely hear Dean sigh, but I can hear the Impala growl as he steps down on the accelerator.

"I know sweetheart but it's just for a few more hours. Just until the cure works its way through you. We're almost to the hotel...I'm sure Sam has something there for you. Okay? Just hold on."

I nod again as the rain lashes against the windshield. The wipers beating out an uneven tempo that sets my head pounding again. My hands are shaking as I reach on the floor for Dean's jacket. I'd thrown it there earlier when my skin had turned to fire after I'd swallowed the cure. I pulled it over my aching body. Whatever bit of warmth it provides though is quickly whisked away by my aching muscles.

I lose track of how far we drive. The passing streetlights hypnotizing me with their steady, blurry passing, lulling me in and out of conciseness as we drive.

"You still with me sweetheart?" Dean asks again as he pulls into the motels parking lot.

"I'm awake, if that's what you mean...I'm not sure for home much longer though," my voice shakes as he throws the Impala in park and takes the keys out.

"I plan on keeping you up all night long," he said turning to look at me with a slight smirk even as his eyes betrayed his worry.

"Promises, promises," I said trying for a smile.

He laughed as he turned back around and opened the door, letting a gust of cold, wet wind into the car. Setting my already frayed body into overdrive. I was not looking forward to walking through the rain to our room. Even though Dean had gotten us as close as possible, with my achy body and constant chills I wasn't sure I could run the distance. I tried sitting up a little off the door so I could open it, but my fingers slid off the handle. A clenched my jaw and tried to focus on making my fingers work. They still refused to grip the handle before Dean threw open the door and leaned in ready to carry me inside.

"I can—can walk myself," I gasped. Holding up and hand to stop him.

I heard him sigh as he wrapped his hand around my arm then immeediatly let go. A wave of panic crossing his face as he brought one hand to my forehead.

"You're burning up...you shouldn't still be burning up this hot," he said bringing his other hand to my cheek and resting it there, almost flinching from the heat.

"I'm so cold," I whimper as rain starts soaking dean's hair and the green flannel shirt he has on.

"Let's just get you inside. Now," he adds with a sense of urgency.

Using his hand for support I step shakily out of the car and into the driving rain. Almost as soon as I stand though I collapse into his side, unable to support myself. My vision goes spotty, and everything starts fading down a long tunnel. He stumbles back half a step as he catches me before I can fall. Without a word he picks me up easily and rushes towards the ugly green door. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his shoulder, trying to protect it from the rain that's making my fever chills worse.