A/N: Happy New Year guys!
"Hrrr-XSH! Hrr-XXSHH! Hh-hh-HR-XXTSHSH!"
"Wow." Sam watches Dean wipe his hand on his pants. "Gesundheit."
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"Huh... hh-HUH... hh-hh-hih-HJJSSHSHSH!"
The credit card application forms flutter to the ground.
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"You gonna eat that?"
"HH-hhhh. HH-HIH-huhhhh."
"Ground control to Major Tom."
"HGKCHuhhh."
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"Here you go, Sneezy."
"Ahh... ah-HASHSHUH!"
"Ouch." Sam puts the tissue box on the arm of the couch. "Should I notify your next of kin?"
Dean's eyes are watery with unsneezed sneezes. His red nose quivers. "Igh... ih-HEH... hh-hh-hhhhh."
"This is epic."
He blows his nose with the sound of six cans of whipped cream being discharged.
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"Just keep this in your mouth for thirty seconds, okay? Just thirty seconds."
"HHHHH-HRXXTCHHCHOOOO!"
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Dean glowers.
"America's Funniest Home Videos, dude. Cash prizes."
He sprays Sam's phone.
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"Man. You're a total Nyquil lightweight."
"DDSHH!"
"That's it. In you go."
"Hah..."
"Nighty-night, man."
"Hg-KSH!"
"Bless you. Let go of me now."
"Hh... heh..."
"Whoa. Chilly much, Burrowy Mole Guy?"
"Ah-KGHHTCHoo! HH-TCHH-XXSHSHHH!"
"All right, you win. Move over. Guess a day of that'll take it out of you, huh?"
Flushed and shivering, glassy-eyed with medicine, Dean pokes his red nose into Sam's belly and falls asleep in his arms.
Prompt: Dean is worn out from sneezing and falls asleep in Sam's arms.
