I'm fine...
by Riama
"All I'm saying is you should get that checked out…"
"Shut up Sammy. I'm fine…" Maybe a little tired and cold, that's all…
There it is again. Sammy's bitchface with a dash of pout. He is getting better at that these days. Maybe he practices, like a Padawan or something…
"But…"
"Don't." You're making this headache worse…
That should be enough to shut him up. At least, it used to be enough. Way back when he was the big big brother and little Sammy followed him around like a puppy.
"You…"
He's getting tired of this.
Geez! This boy whines like a baby.
"Leave it…" Please.
"Maybe…"
"That's it! Get out of the car!" Don't barf in front of Sammy, don't barf in front of Sammy…
Why is Sam looking at him so weird all of a sudden? He raises his hand to his nose. Nope, no snot coming from it.
"Dean…"
"What??"
"We are not in the car…"
Really? He looks around, confused. Of course he isn't in the Impala, right? He is in… some filthy motel room with his pain-in-the-ass brother, right? And he knows that, right…? They've just come back from a hunt in… somewhere. Or maybe that was last night…
"Oh…"
"ER?"
Dean simply nods while his brother helps him up and out of the room.
And why the hell is he wearing Sam's hoodie??