Fic: Cereal Box Prize
Title: Cereal Box Prize
Rating: PG
Word Count: 242
Summary: Decoder rings are for sissies.
Warnings: off-screen puking
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Just a misplaced comment fic from hoodietime. Trying to keep things organized. :)
It sucks to have the stomach flu. But it’s almost just as sucky to have to share a room with someone who has the stomach flu. Especially when your dad’s gone ‘on business’ for the weekend.
Sammy stands at the door to the bathroom, pulling at a loose thread on his shirt.
“Hey Dean?” he whispers when he thinks his brother’s done puking. “Dean? D’you need anything?”
Dean doesn’t answer, but Sam guesses that his throat feels pretty bad. He’s been in the bathroom for, like, an hour.
“Ginger ale?” Sam offers. He doesn’t think they have any, but that’s what Dean always gives him when he’s puking. He could go to the store, it’s not that far…but Dean just moans like he doesn’t want ginger ale. So Sammy thinks harder.
“Some crackers?”
“My gun,” Dean says. Sam laughs, but stops when he realizes that Dean isn’t laughing with him.
“Dean?” But Dean’s too busy puking to answer.
* * *
Monday morning, Dad’s fixing him breakfast because Dean is still sick. Not puking sick anymore, though, which is good. And Dad can’t mess up cereal, so Sam doesn’t mind.
He’s at the table, pouring his orange juice, when Dad says, “Hey Sammy?”
Sam turns and sees Dad looking into the cereal box like he’s looking for the prize, but not a good prize because he’s frowning and-oh. Oh, shit.
“You wanna tell me why Dean’s gun is in your Lucky Charms?”
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