A/N: Hey there folks!
These two related drabbles play mid-season four. But there are no real spoilers.
A/N: An unbelievable huge thank you to Enkidu07 for beta'ing my crazy ramblings. *smishes you*
Have fun reading! And please let me know what you think about it. *puppy dog eyes* ^^
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Beneath The Silence
Goddamnit!! Seals were breaking and the apocalypse was coming closer with every damn day. And the fucking flu was the last thing he needed right now.
Dean shivered and wrapped his arms tighter around himself. Slowly he shuffled over to the bed nearest the door and collapsed onto it. He felt like crap. He was hot and cold at the same time and, hell, that sucked out loud!
But at least he didn't need to worry about alerting Sam and sending him into fussing-mode. His little brother wasn't even here right now. Probably somewhere together with this demonic bitch, doing god-knows-what.
Dean coughed wetly.
He was alone and miserable – what else was new? It wasn't like this would be the first time he had to deal with something like this on his own.
Crappy old times!
TBC…
