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Summary: Scenes of hurt/comfort from before
Sam figures about about Dean's care-giving kink...
and scenes set afterward.
Pairing: Dean/Sam | Rating: Various (G through NC-17)

13. An After

The white ball sails across the green felt and breaks the balls, sending them off in all directions. A solid blue one finds its way into a side pocket. Dean smiles and spins his pool cue in hand. He is on fire today. Another run like the one he’d just had and he could clear the table without even letting this biker guy touch it. Dean points to a ball then a pocket, announcing his shot. He leans over the table, lining up what should be an easy shot.

“hehh-Chuhhh!”

Startled, Dean’s cue hits the white ball and sends it off, only to have it land in a corner pocket. Damn it. He steps back, letting the other guy have a shot. He walks over to the corner, where Sam stands, sniffling. “You all right?”

Sam shrugs. “Just a little sneezy today. M’fine.” He smiles sheepishly, nods toward the table. “Sorry about that…”

“Are you sick?” Dean shrugs off his jacket and hands it over to Sam.

Sam shakes his head, but he shivers and puts the jacket on, even though it’s a tight fit at his shoulders.

Frowning in concern, Dean touches the back of his hand to Sam’s forehead. And then, suddenly, he finds he can’t stop touching Sam, like his mere touch will make Sam feel better somehow. “Let’s get out of here.”

Sam shakes his head again. “No, Dean. I'll tough it out. We need the mah… money. Heh-hah-KITShhhh!”

Dean rubs his hand up and down Sam’s thigh. The sound of pool balls clacking together just behind him is like a magnet, calling him back to play. But an even stronger pull is the one he feels toward Sam when he hears the man’s congested breathing, his little throat clears and sniffles. Poor kid’s been hiding this cold all day, trying to not worry him. “There are other ways to get money. What I need is to get you to bed.”

Sam smiles weakly. “So you can have your way with me?”

“No,” Dean smiles back, dropping his head so Sam can’t see the embarrassment in his expression. “No, so that I can get you feeling better. And then, when you are, I can have my way with you.”

Dean drags Sam out of the bar, forfeiting the game he couldn’t care less about now.