Boldly Going

by Mad Server

Written for this prompt on LJ: "The Curious Case of Dean Winchester: Dean catches a bug when he's in his older and more vulnerable body, and of course still has it when he's back to normal." Gen.

"Mountain biking?"

Dean bounces a little to test the bedsprings, then blows his pink nose and wipes it with a flourish. "Yeah. Why dot?"

Sam raises his eyebrows and presses a stack of shirts into the dresser drawer. "We don't have bikes?"

"So what? We'll redt subb."

"Kinda cold out there." Sam folds his empty duffel in half and dumps it on the closet floor.

"Add what, you're worried about shrigkage?"

Sam drops onto the empty bed. He sighs across the gap at Dean, who's cozied up to the motel Kleenex box. "In case you haven't noticed, you sound like a friggin' bassoon, man. A bassoon with a sock shoved up it. And the last time I checked, suckin' on a hospital ventilator wasn't your idea of a good time."

"Hospital?" Dean snuffles into his wrist. "Dude. It's a... hhh-HIDSHSHGKH!... a little cold."

"Why mountain biking?"

Dean goes to town on a tissue, until he's raw-nosed and pale. He hesitates, catching his breath. "Or rock clibigg? You wadt to rock clibe idstead?"

"Dean..." Sam takes in the new smoothness of his brother's face. "Yeah, OK. Indoor."