Wincest Writing Challenge: February
Prompt: “I hate Valentine’s Day but I love you”
Dean wakes up to the worst possible feeling. He’s stuffy and his throat’s burning, and the sheer realisation sends him jolting up from the bed. Sam groans; Dean’s pretty sure he elbowed him in the neck while sprinting up, but the realisation doesn’t cause one shiver of guilt in him.
“What are you…” Sam mutters, climbing up after him.
Dean drags in a breath and regrets it immediately afterwards. He coughs, and it goes on for a really long time; Sam’s palm rubs gently at his back, but his skin is burning.
“When did that happen?” Sam asks him with a compassionate tone in his voice.
He’s already getting up - it’s barely morning yet, and Dean wants to tell him to go back to bed. He can’t; instead, he keeps swallowing to convince his body that he’s not drowning.
Shuddering, he falls back in the bed.
“It’s Valentine’s Day”, he mutters in a broken voice, “I can’t be sick today.”
“Tell that to your immune system,” Sam chuckles.
He’s already pulling on clothes, and Dean gives him a judgemental look.
“Where the hell are you going?” he asks, but Sam shrugs his words off.
“I’ll be back in twenty minutes. Try to stay huddled up while I’m gone, alright?”
“Nngh,” Dean grunts; he’s cocooning up.
It’s hellishly cold.