Was he alright? Dean wasn’t even sure how to answer this as soon as the question was posed. He had remembered their hunt, sure. But why was coming home a blank? — The fact that he wouldn’t have even picked up on this missing chunk of time if he hadn’t found the tacos worried him only more. Maybe what they were dealing with on this case was worse than he thought. He paused eating his food to look to his brother.

                          “I thought I was. —Now I don’t know anymore.”

     Rocking forward slightly in his seat, amber eyes narrowed in on his brother to observe his demeanor. He seemed fine all afternoon, but now he was beginning to notice the crimson strokes that decorated his cheeks. A rogue hand reached out to touch the older Winchester’s forehead and quickly pulled back at the temperature. Not only was Dean extremely warm, he was unnaturally so. 

            ❝Dude, did you eat anything or see anything when I wasn’t around?

                             I need you to  t h i n k.

                                       ——-This isn’t good.❞