Summary:

Sam's leg was bleeding a lot, and the more he moved the more it bled. But in the light of the moon Dean’s face was sickly white, his lips suspiciously blue, and he couldn’t sit there and watch his brother die in the back seat of the impala.

Part of the Pieces Verse.

Chapter OneCheck it on AO3: Read more... )

Chapter Twenty Four

Dean needed a bottle. He needed a bottle right now. His hands were shaking, mouth watering. He wanted to throw up. God, how could he be so stupid?
"Son?" Bobby tapped on the door, "Why don't you come out and talk about things?"
Dean wiped the sweat off his brow.
"Why don't you tell me what happened?"
He couldn't answer Bobby ( Read more... )

Four Boxes“Heh’ETTSCHT! Heh’KCSHTEWwuh! Het’PTSCHHT ( Read more... )

Prompt: Every morning for five days in a row, Dean wakes up feeling *kinda* like he might be coming down with something. His throat is *kinda* sore; he’s *kinda* sneezy with like pre-cold sneezes; he feels *kinda* run-down and low-energy. But by each afternoon he’s feeling okay, so he’s not really sick. After almost a week of this, he’s getting ( Read more... )

Part One: http://missbayliss.livejournal.com/16459.html

Part Two

It's in Jacksonville, hunting a vengeful spirit when Dean starts coughing sporadically while driving.
After three or four times, and Dean groaning at himself Sam asks him what's wrong.
"Tickle in my throat," he says and ( Read more... )

Some more sick Dean, because that's my thing. ;)

Driver Picks the Music

Part One

Dean stands over the sink in the bathroom of the bunker. He's coughing, again, or still. It's worse now. He can't even remember when it started. He had it three weeks ago when they were hunting werewolves in Toledo. It was dry, niggly, grating then. Annoying more ( Read more... )

Chapter Nineteen

“At what point do I have to call your brother?”
Dean was hunched on the floor, head over the toilet, where he’d been for the last 20 minutes. His stomach was clenching, and he felt disgusting, head spinning.
Riley was sitting up on her bed, watching him through the doorway. She was wearing only a pair of tiny black lace ( Read more... )

Chapter Sixteen

Sam was sure Dean didn’t need to be going out right now. He should have been at home in bed, drugged up, and comfortable. But just seeing how Dean changed when he stepped into the bar was enough to put any and all of his doubts to rest. Dean needed stimulus. Dean needed other people. Dean needed environments like this.
“Heya, ( Read more... )

Chapter Fifteen

Sam shoved her away as he hurriedly came outside, shutting the door behind him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam said quietly.
"What? Do you think I forgot about you?" She snapped.
"Shh! Would you keep it down!? If Dean sees you here... I don't what he'll do."
"What he'll do? Dean can't do anything. The guy can barely ( Read more... )

Prompt: Sam and Dean are sharing a horrible cold. They keep almost getting to the point of getting over it, but then something will happen that makes them worse - intense hunts with no sleep, lots of travelling with no opportunity for a proper bed, grave digging in the snow, leaping in frozen lakes etc etc. After three weeks of this, they just want ( Read more... )