Drabble Challenge Word: Thermometer

A/N: For a special girl—You know who you are (laughs maniacally). This started out as crack, but now I like it.

Disclaimer: I own no Winchesters, not even a gun.

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The way Dean walked shorter, curled his body to the right, "What's wrong?"

"Ate too much." Dean pressed his palm into his abdomen.

"So your appendix hurts? That's not even passable. ER, now." But Dean's only ever followed Dad's orders. Threats though…so Sam smirks, draws his eyes almost comically down Dean's body.

"There is a check, two thermometers, if there's no temperature differential…"

Dean's face is comical, "Don't even joke."

Sam pulls up his shirt, shows Dean the thin scar. Sees his face pale.

It was that, the fact that Sam had been in a hospital, that got Dean moving.