Title: Seven Hours
Author: Mad Server
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Dean has a migraine.
A/N: Written for the E/O Challenge. Prompt word: "thermometer." Check out the community (off Enkidu07's & Onyx Moonbeam's profile pages) for everybody's E/O Challenge submissions.
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys.


The room's dark, but not dark enough. The air's sultry, and reeks of sweat and the noodles Sam cooked an hour ago. Dean's stomach burns; his head has never hurt so badly.

In the other room, Sam turns a page and farts. Dean winces.


Whispers only.

"Can this be over now?"

Sam's sigh is like sandpaper. "How's the fever?"

"Hot in here."

A cold palm scrapes over his face.

"Yeah, mostly that's you. Here."

The thermometer's heavy in Dean's hand.


Dean's staring, legs still shaky, sunglasses on.

"You used to do that, like, every week."

Sam shrugs, embarrassed. "You adjust."


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