Disclaimer: My heart belongs to them, that for sure.
Betas: bia1007 and PsiChic
Word of the week: Control
Word count: 105 (gags the word count and shoves it into a pillowcase)
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"Crap!"
Nineteen.
"Damn!"
Twenty curses in fifteen minutes - a record breaker.
Dean peeked under lazy lids. The only light in the room came from the kitchenette.
"Sammy?" Dean coughed.
"Everything under control!"
Dean burrowed his head deeper into the pillow, hoping it would help to ease the pounding in his head but at the same time keeping his senses alert.
"Done!"
Sam was standing next to his bed holding a bowl of steaming soup – fingers covered with band aids.
Dean eyed the fingers and Sam's sweaty forehead before he took a mouthful.
"Not Campbell's…but not bad either."
And the dimples appeared.
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End