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Y/n pov: You were sound asleep when you heard coughing from down the hall. It kept getting louder and that only meant one thing. Either Dean or Sam is sick. You groan, but get up and throw on a a sweater over top of your tank top and shorts. You grabbed your black slippers and opened your door and headed to Sam's room first. You opened his door slightly and he was still sound asleep. You sighed and closes his door and went to Dean's room. You opened the door to see him tossing and turning in bed. "Hey Dean, you okay?" You whispered and you heard a soft groan. "I think I'm dying." You rolled your eyes and walked into his room and sat on the edge of his bed. You put a hand on his forehead. It was burning hot. "I'll be back." You whispered and went to the bathroom and got a cloth and drenched it in cold water, then rung it out and brought it back to deans room. You say on his bed again and Dean turned so his back was facing you. "Come on, turn over." He groaned but did as he was told. You put the cloth on the top of his head and you heard him sigh. "Thank you. I can take care of myself you know y/n." His voice was hoarse. You rolled your eyes and went back out of his room and to your room. You grabbed a soft blanket that wasn't too heavy and went back. "Dean, I gotta have you sit up for a second. "No." He groaned and you giggled slightly. "Dean, do you wanna get better?" You heard him groan yet again and then he sat up. You quickly got the blanket off of him and switched it for the soft one in your hands. "Everything okay in there?" You heard Sam ask and Dean answered "No, I think I'm dying Sammie." You giggled "He's just sick. Could you go get a bottle of water for him and some tylenol?" "Yeah sure." Sam walked out of the room and you looked down at Dean. His skin was lighter, he looked really sick. "Can you sing to me y/n?" "Dean, sweetheart... I can't sing, you've told me this before." "I was just joking." He mumbled and you rolled your eyes. Sam came back in with the bottle of Tylenol and water. He handed them to Dean and he took them both. Deans eyes started to flutter shut and his breathing evened out slightly. "Text me if you need me Dean." You got a faint "mhmmm" in return. You headed back to your room and so did Sam. "Thanks for taking care of him." Sam said and you smiled. "It's not a problem Sam. Go get some sleep. It's like 4 am or some god awful time like that." He laughed "yeah, you too. G'night y/n." "Night Sam."
