Disclaimer: Winchesters, no-ot mine.

A/N: Yay! 100 words on the dot. Word of the Week- Rough. Thanks for letting me play the Drabble Game!

"All Tissues Are Not Created Equal."

"HXXXSSHHH-KKKU!"

Sam flinched at the rough sound... gently placed the requested tissues on his blanket-swaddled, brother's lap.

Dean poked lethargically at the colorful box with a disgusted grimace.

"What?" Sam frowned. "You said to get tissues."

" 'S wrong wonds." Dean mumbled hoarsely. "Wanded lotiond-y wonds.", carefully used his blanket, to catch the soft, "hergggkkkss."

"Wrong ones? Tissues are tissues Dean." Sam argued, annoyance rising.

All woebegone, with fever, glazed eyes, Dean wearily explained. "Nod all tissues are the same-b." A surprise sneeze, coupled with a sharp head-snap. "AAGXXX-CHUFFF!" punctuated the statement.

~TBC