He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother

Summary:
Sam's glassy, fever-dazed eyes get a little wider as he takes in the state of Dean's face. He reaches a hand up and his fingertips ghost along Dean's swollen nose and bruising cheekbone, gently avoiding the shadow of his black eye. Sam's thumb, hot from fever, lands on Dean's busted lip and lingers.
"You got in a fight," Sam says. It isn't a question. "Why? What happened?"

Disclaimer: This story does not belong to me
Original Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26982217
Creator: quake_quiver
Creator link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/quake_quiver/pseuds/quake_quiver

Thank you quake_quiver for the amazing story :)