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Chapter 13: Fixer Upper

Back in the motel room, you took stock of the boys' injuries since you were the heathiest of them all. Sam was okay, save for a few scrapes and bruises. It was nothing a little time and Tylenol wouldn't fix. Dean, however, was less lucky. As it turned out, the Starship used his Wraith spike to stab him. You supposed he was lucky that was all the monster did. It could've ended much worse. You cleaned the wound and stitched him up.

Rather than going home late at night, you convinced the boys to stay through the night. A random motel was more of a home to you than the foreign bunker was. Dingy motels you were used to. Lavish bunkers with decent beds and furnishings...not so much. Besides, the heat that took over your body previously in the day still hadn't left. In fact, it was only getting worse. You weren't ready to admit that though.

Sam was doing something with his laptop while Dean showered, and you collapsed into the shared bed and shut your eyes. Maybe you would feel better in the morning.

"Thanks for, uh, helping us out today," Sam said.

"Uh-huh," you mumbled without opening your eyes.

Sam mumbled an apology and shut the lamp beside your bed off, keeping only his light on to illuminate the whole room. Sleep was not having its way with you, no matter how much you tossed and turned. Eventually, Dean climbed into bed next to you and you heard Sam walk into the small bathroom.

Dean quietly chuckled before he was pulling you close to him. It wasn't long before he disturbed you.

"Are you feeling okay? You're burning up."

Giving up on ever finding sleep you sat up a little, using the thin pillows as support. "No. Ever since I did that thing with getting the infection out of you I've felt off."

Dean shifted to his side and propped himself up with his arm. "You don't think that has anything to do with it?"

You shrugged in response. "Maybe. I don't know. I've never dealt with a Starship before, as you so kindly continued to remind me throughout this hunt."

He rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom without saying a word to you.

"Well okay..." Dean left you confused and questioning his actions. It was random.

Dean exited the bathroom, Sam following shirtless not long after. Sam packed up his laptop and the weapons. Neither one of them had said a word to you yet and you still sat confused in bed.

"Guys, what are you doing?"

Dean handed you your bag of clothes and made you get out of bed. "We're going back to the bunker. I'm gonna give Cas a call to make sure that Starship isn't affecting you.

The last thing you wanted was to travel. Curling up in bed and blocking out the world and the boys for the night seemed like an awesome idea, but it wasn't going to happen. At least the bunker was close to where you were staying. It made the travel part not so bad.

On the way back, Sam called Cas as Dean drove back to the bunker, surely not obeying the traffic laws. Sam gave Cas the rundown of everything that had been happening with the three of you, and, from what you could gather, Cas was going to meet you all in the bunker.

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"We have to stop meeting like this," you mumbled as Cas touched his fingers to your temples. You still felt miserable and were more than ready to have the celestial being heal you up.

He gave you a quizzical look that you were beginning to realize was a trademark for the angel. He removed his fingers and placed a hand to your chest, staying silent. Dean sat on a table in the library with his hands rested between his knees, while Sam stood beside him with his arms crossed. Everyone was being silent. You didn't like it.