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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The first ten minutes were spent in silence. Normally Dean would crank the music and sing away the minutes. But he wasn’t feeling it today, for some reason, and the silence was actually welcoming.
Until it became a little uncomfortable, because hey, there was another person in the car with him.
“So...Kevin…”
Kevin twisted in his seat and looked at Dean. “Yeah?”
That was all Dean had, so he was scrambling to come up with something else to say. “Um...this soup your mom made you…”
“Yeah - it’s been in my family for years. At least that’s what she said. It probably was printed on the back of a Kikkoman soy sauce label, but whatever. When I was a kid, and got sick, she always made it. I guess it’s like our version of chicken noodle soup, you know? But...there’s no chicken. Or….noodles. So...yeah.”
“Huh. So how does it make chicks pregnant?”
Kevin scrunched up his face and faced the windshield. “Yeah...not so sure on that one.”
They both laughed.
“But...I guess the...uh... spices in the broth help clear your sinuses or something. I’m not too sure. I just remember her making it whenever I had a cold and it helped me breathe better.” He shrugged. “Anything like that in your family?”
Dean squirmed in his seat. How do you explain canned SpaghettiOs and crappy take-out as homemade remedies? “Not really. We...moved around a lot, and didn’t really keep in touch with family. Dad always tried to stay one step ahead of us when we were sick and did have some kitchen sink chicken soup thing he made...but it wasn’t often. I tried to make it for Sam during the trials, but...yeah. Anyway, problem was, we were together, like, all the fucking time, crammed in either a shitty motel room or a small cheesy apartment.”
He shook his head at the memories. “So when one of us came down with something it was only a matter of time before the other one did.” He paused to cough into his arm, then continued. “Sam tried to make homemade soup once when he was ten. Canned chicken and canned broth.” Kevin groaned. “Actually, it wasn’t that bad. But...I guess we were desperate...so anything homemade, even if only sorta homemade, tasted good.”
He stopped talking then, realizing he was sharing a lot of information with this kid that he normally wouldn’t share. He found that he didn’t mind, though, and it was a better way to pass the time than just sitting in silence.
He cleared his throat, coughed again, and grabbed a drink from a bottle of water sitting next to him on the seat. Kevin threw a glance his way, but said nothing. The rest of the drive passed with more idle chit chat about this and that. They both avoided discussing anything remotely related to angels or tablets. It was nice to have something else to talk about for a change.
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