Sen Beret's Anniversary Meme!
It's actually been a year and two months since I became involved with the fandom, but hey, who's counting?
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- comment on this post with your prompts! all prompts are welcome (be as vague or detailed as you'd like!) as long as they fit with the theme of sneezy/sick/allergic Sam, Dean, Castiel, John, etc.
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“Hhhhh-etTSCHEW! t’SHHUH! ITSCHEW! Heh-ITSCHOO! HTSHHCH! heh…heH-EHTSCHEW!”
I hauled him back to the car, and set him in the passenger seat. Placing a steadying hand on his back, I watched helplessly as he continued to sneeze uncontrollably.
I looked over my shoulder at the fire, and knew that I needed to refill the hole and grab our supplies. When he got to a point where he could gasp between mini-fits, I decided I could risk running back there.
“Sam - I’m gonna finish the job. Stay here, understand?”
He looked up at me. Tears were streaming down his face, and he was breathing through his mouth. He could only nod before the next fit seized him.
I ran back to the grave and figured that Daniel had burned long enough. I quickly filled in the hole, effectively snuffing out the fire, picked up the shovels and remaining flashlight, and ran back to Sam. The sneezing slowed down, and he was vigorously rubbing his eyes and blinking.
I tossed the equipment on the ground near the trunk, and crouched near the passenger door. Placing a hand on his arm, I gently asked, “Hey, you okay?”
Sam nodded and took a ragged breath as he ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah...I...think so. Fuck, that was...ITSCHCHH! fuck...” He looked at me with bloodshot eyes. “I...what was that?”
I shrugged and squeezed his shoulder. “I think you caught a whammy of a cold, Sam. Let’s get you outta here.”
Sam nodded again, digesting my words, trusting that whatever I said was truth. He swallowed and swung his legs inside, letting me shut the passenger door.
I jogged to the driver’s side, already mapping where the drug store was in relation to our motel, and calculating the time it would take for cold meds to take effect in relation to the time it would take to pick up soup on the way back. I felt the rhythm of “Sammy caretaking” coming back to me - it was like riding a bicycle.
By the time I finished with all my mental math, I found myself sitting behind the wheel just staring out the windshield. Okay, the rhythm was back, but the multi-tasking was a bit rusty.
Sam was watching me with amusement in his red, swollen eyes. “You dobne with your bental bath?”
I blinked at him. “I’ll pretend I understood that so we can just get going.” I started the engine and peeled out of the parking lot.
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