Dawn opened the door, a little surprised by how busy it had been that day. "Dean! You're here for Sam, I assume?" She pointed to the bed. "Over there."
Dean grinned. "Yeah. Unless you're coming down with what he's got in which case you can probably use this stuff too," he said hefting the plastic bag he was carrying.
Dean made a note to buy extra orange juice as he crossed the room and sat on the edge of his brother's bed. "So at least you finally gave in and stopped working," he said by way of greeting, tossing the bag gently on Sam's chest. "Here."
"Not yet," Dean said. "But I've seen you have colds before. Unless something has seriously changed in the last three years, you'll be using most of what's in that bag before you're snot free."
Sam grumbled softly, hoping Dawn hadn't heard that. "I hope not, but...thanks. You didn't steal this stuff, did you?" he asked, pushing the medicines aside to pull comics and magazines out of the bag. It was kind of nice to know that Dean's methods of cheering him up when he was sick never changed.
"Generally they don't actually put everything in a bag for you when you shoplift," Dean pointed out. "Besides I was too busy making sure I didn't forget anything to be a rebel from the law this time."
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