Schmoop Meme
THE SPN SCHMOOP MEME
How it works:01. Comment to this post with your prompt. Be as specific or unspecific as you like. Specify a pairing if you have one in mind ( Read more... )
How it works:01. Comment to this post with your prompt. Be as specific or unspecific as you like. Specify a pairing if you have one in mind ( Read more... )
About ten minutes into the interview, his eyes started to itch. Without thinking, he rubbed them with the same hand he'd petted the cat with. He won't realize just how stupid that was for another couple of hours. The cat mewls pitifully and Dean goes back to petting her head and scratching behind her ears.
"And when did you first noti--aaah-chooo!"
"Bless you," says the widow. She picks up a purple tissue box from a side table and sets it on the glass-topped coffee table in front of him. Dean tries to thank her but just ends up sneezing twice more.
Sam frowns and reaches over to dislodge the cat from Dean's lap. She hisses at him but jumps down and trots off to her scratching post. Dean sneezes again and rubs some tears out of his now horribly itchy eyes.
"Stop touching your face!" Sam hisses. "You're gonna make it worse." He stands up. "Thanks for your time, Mrs. Olson. We'll be in touch." He grabs a few tissues from the box and motions for Dean to follow him.
When they get out the door, Dean nearly falls down the porch steps because his eyes are watering so badly he can't see straight. Sam hurries him into the Impala. "We passed a gas station on the way here, right? Out on the main road?"
"I thigk so." Dean wipes his streaming eyes with a tissue, which just disintegrates in his fingers. He pulls a napkin from the door compartment and uses that instead.
Sam drives them to the gas station and parks next to the door. "Go in the bathroom and wash your hands," he orders. "I'll pick up some Benadryl and meet you back here." Sam frowns. "Your eyes are starting to swell. Can you even see?"
"Dot very well," replies Dean.
Sam sighs and comes around to Dean's side of the car. Dean grabs on to one of Sam's belt loops and lets his brother lead him to the bathroom. While Dean's scrubbing his hands, Sam wets a paper towel and dabs Dean's eyes with it. The cold feels so good that Dean can't help letting out a little moan of pleasure. Luckily, Sam misinterprets it. "Sorry, man, I know it sucks. Dry off and we'll get some allergy meds in you."
Sam buys a box of Benadryl, a soda and a box of tissues and makes Dean take the pills right at the counter. Dean growls and puts up a fuss like usual, but secretly he's grateful. He's never touching another cat as long as he lives.
Sam guides him back to the car and opens the tissues. Dean spends the whole ride back to the motel sopping up snot and tears so they won't drip on his shirt. Once they're at the motel, Dean climbs out of the car and staggers when the ground tilts underneath him.
"Whoa, hey." Sam catches him and pulls him upright.
"The groud's all wavy," complains Dean. "Bake it stay still."
Sam shakes his head. "That's all you, buddy. Come on, we'll get you in bed and you can sleep it off."
"I lige sleep. And beds. Beds are good. And pillows. I like pillows too. They're squishy."
"You are so stoned," chuckles Sam, slinging an arm around Dean's shoulders.
When Sam stops at the door to unlock it, Dean sags against his side. "You're warb. Ad tall. You wered't sposed to be taller than be. So dot fair. I'b the big brother, I'b sposed to be big."
"Yeah, Dean," says Sam. He doesn't realize that Dean's leaning on the door until he opens it and Dean nearly faceplants on the carpet. Sam grabs his jacket and hauls him upright just in time.
"Whad happed?" asks Dean. "The wall was there ad thed it wased't. That's dot fair either."
"It was the door, Dean," Sam explains gently. "Come on, there's a nice fluffy pillow in here with your name on it." Sam half-drags Dean over to his bed, then pulls off his jacket and shoes and settles him under the covers. Dean sneezes twice, sighs, and is asleep within seconds.
Sam sits down on his own bed and grabs the novel he's been reading from the bedside table. "Sweet dreams, Dean."
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Yeah, Dean. ::pets him:: We all like pillows. *laughs* Sam is an awesome brother, yis.
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Love me some sneezy, stoned Dean and some supersweet Sam.
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"I lige sleep. And beds. Beds are good. And pillows. I like pillows too. They're squishy."
Delirious Dean is just so adorable!!!
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Unfortunately, I had a lot of experience to draw on for that part.
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