@toramble
his temperature’s soared in the past hour but it isn’t enough to begin worrying about brain trauma. sitting down next to him on the motel bed, she exchanges the compress on his forehead with another, colder one.
❛ dean, ❜
she begins, keeping the note of panic far from her voice. regardless of his body temperature, the illness was a bad one. he’d barely been conscious for the past day, and delirious when he was.
❛ dean, it’s me. can you hear me, love ? ❜
brushing his hair back, she moves her hand down to press against his cheek. still very warm. goodness. of course this had to happen on new year’s, right before they were scheduled to leave town. sam took the impala to check out what could potentially be another haunting. as lonely as it is without someone to talk to, she finds herself nostalgic, remembering her time hunting before fetching him from stanford.
❛ i know you’re very sick right now but i need to tell me if you feel any worse and, if so, where ? ❜
