Sneezy Cranky Dean with Sammish supervision
Grey sky. Birds are going nuts. Sam shivers, stretches on slippery leather upholstery.
He pees against a telephone pole. Wet grass soaks the hem of his jeans.
"Next stop, breakfast."
Stillness. Sam glances at the passenger's seat. Dean's got a funny look on his face.
"HRTCHCHZSSHSHHDGK!"
The car rocks.
Dean wipes his hand gingerly on his thigh. He frowns, cheeks flushing. Sam follows his bloodshot squint out the window to a yellow-green field.
"That bedder dot be ragweed."
"I... uh." Sam swallows.
Dean's nostrils flare. "Hh-HH-HUH-TZCHGHKH!"
Sam starts the engine as the sound of juicy, crackling nose blowing fills the car. "Maybe pharmacy first."
"What are you doing?"
"Ree-HH-heee... ss-SS-HURCHCH!" The book tumbles off Dean's face and slaps the floor. "Aw... lost b'spot."
"You look..."
Dean pushes up on the couch, eyes puffy, nose dripping. He drags his blanket tight, snuffling.
"Oh, that's why you wanted hot peppers. They clear --"
"Shut up. I like the taste." He's unwrapping his burger, getting grease on the quilt.
"I didn't know you had a cold. I would've picked you up something."
"Dot sick, geedius. Just... hh-HH-huh... HA-ATCCHCHH-uh! Hih-TCHCH! KTCHZCCHHCHG!"
"Jesus. I thought you were taking vitamins."
"Whed you catch it I'b gudda hide all the cough drops."