Sam gets sick and he brushes it off and works through the pain and while he’s clearly sick enough that everyone can see he’s not fine, he convinces them it’s not that bad and he’ll take breaks if he needs to, but it’s agony and he wont admit it, but he wishes he could lie in bed with some soup and kind words and someone brushing their hand through his hair and he could just feel small and comfortable but instead he cleans his gun in preparation for their next hunt in an hour












