Dean looked awful causing Sam's gut to wrench as his big brother moaned. The younger Winchester laid a huge hand gently on Dean's forehead, shocked to find his skin cool and clammy. It did, however, cause a certain amount of relief for the young hunter. No fever. That was a very good thing.
"Well, Big Brother, it looks like you dodged another bullet. The bruises will heel eventually and you'll be up and around in no time." Sam placed a cool cloth on Dean's forehead and sat back.
"You do know you're so not going to do this again, right?"