Title: Lobster
Author: Mad Server
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Dean's sick. Sam wants something.
A/N: Language warning. Written for the E/O Challenge. Prompt word: "thermometer." Check out the C2 (off Enkidu07's profile page) for everybody's E/O Challenge submissions.
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys.


"No."

"Dean..."

"I'm fine."

"Please?"

"No."

"OK, then I'm coming in."

A pause. "Fuck off."

"Yeah, I am." Sam's hands are already tugging at the blanket nest.

"Sam, I swear... if you don't leave me the fuck alone right fucking now..." But then Dean starts coughing, wet and violent, and he has no choice but to come up for oxygen.

The chilly air clings to him, and he shivers, gasping and coughing until his throat's raw.

"You look like a drowned lobster."

Dean cradles his throat, looks daggers at Sam. "That makes no sense."

Sam holds up the thermometer.

"Please?"


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