Title: Signs
Author: Enkidu07
Disclaimer: Disclaimed
Challenge Phrase: "It comes on slow"
Daring Players: Mad Server, Nana56, Mahtalie, Orange Autumn, Iheartsam7, Supernaturalsammy67, Muffy Morrigan, NC Girl, deangirl1, PADavis, TCB 0.5, twinchaosblade, SherryDarling, Vanessa Sgroi, Supernoodle, InSecret, and Onyx Moonbeam.
A/N: Sequel to "Clatter" by Mad Server.
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Dean pulls at his throat, attempting to ease the tickle that seems to have lodged itself down deep.
His attention on research, he only gradually becomes aware of the pounding that has wedged in right behind his eyes, impervious to the exploratory massage of his fingertips.
In accompaniment, his lungs burn even with his increasingly shallow breaths.
It comes on slow, unease filling his stomach, making his limbs weak. Dawning awareness leaves him tetchy.
He glares at Sam only to find Sam already looking at him. "I think I'm getting sick," he rasps out.
Sam replies gently, "Yeah, I know."
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end.