Sick and Tired rp with low_key_angel
Exhausted was putting it mildly. Sam felt like he'd been hit by a truck, then the truck backed up and ran over him again after he'd had a horrible week of food poisoning and a fever of a 103.5. He just wanted to gall asleep and not wake up for a week. Dean had been doing his best in taking care of him but he was just sick and tired of being sick and tired. And having Dean hovering around like a mother hen just wasn't helping his mood.
So when Charlie had stopped by and Dean and her went out to God knows where, Sam took this alone time to try to get some actual pleasure reading in. The problem was his book of choice was putting him to sleep. It wasn't Storm of Swords' fault, it was just the fact that he was super tired and there were a lot of words on the page and his bed was comfy.
His eyes slipped shut, his book falling from between his fingers as he sat up against the headboard of his bed. Yeah, Sam was tired.
So when Charlie had stopped by and Dean and her went out to God knows where, Sam took this alone time to try to get some actual pleasure reading in. The problem was his book of choice was putting him to sleep. It wasn't Storm of Swords' fault, it was just the fact that he was super tired and there were a lot of words on the page and his bed was comfy.
His eyes slipped shut, his book falling from between his fingers as he sat up against the headboard of his bed. Yeah, Sam was tired.