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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Dean sat in the Impala and stared at Sam’s apartment building. He’d been arguing with himself for the last thirty miles.
Just go there...No, get a motel...Don’t be stupid, he’s your brother...But he’s the little brother…This isn’t right...
He’d just finished killing a feisty water spirit, and if the gash in his side wasn’t bad enough, the the cold he was catching was the final straw. Okay, not catching, more like already caught.
He rested his head against the steering wheel; the cool vinyl soothing his too-warm head. He was gearing up to re-start the self-arguing when there was a knock on the window. Dean jumped and was reaching for his gun when he realized it was Sam. He sheepishly moved his hand away and rolled down the window.
“Hey…”
“How long were you going to sit in the car? You were supposed to be here over an hour ago.”
Dean coughed and ran a hand down his face. Before he could answer, he saw Sam’s eyes sweep over him.
“Okay, where are you hurt, and how long have you been sick?”
Dean blinked up at him. Sam could still read him like an open book.
Sighing, Dean leaned back against the headrest. “I’m not hurt that badly. I just...really don’t feel well and I was debating whether to bring that into your place.” To emphasize his point, he sneezed twice against his arm. He closed his eyes and wearily massaged them.
Sam crouched down and placed a hand across Dean’s forehead. “What knocked your head to make you that considerate?” he murmured. “Don’t be an idiot. Get your ass inside. Now.”
Dean dropped his hands in his lap and sneezed again. The last thing he wanted to do was face Jess and Sam looking and feeling pitiful. It made him all kinds of uncomfortable and he wasn’t up for uncomfortable.
Sam was already at the trunk, hauling out his duffel bags. He slammed it shut and walked back to the driver’s side. “Jess won’t care, Dean, you know that. Now come on.”
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