"Dude, get into bed before you catch pneumonia!" Dean said, exasperated.
Sam tried to hold back a sneeze. "I'm coming with you."
"How much help you think you'll be coughing your damned lungs out?"
"More help than I'll be staying in bed." Sam wheezed. "I'm not letting you go out there alone!"
"Sam – "
"Forget it."
"You're so freaking stubborn - I won't be alone."
Sam's disbelieving bitch face needed no words.
Dean sighed. "Cas!"
Trench coat swirling, the angel appeared. "I am ready," he said quietly.
Dean quirked an eyebrow at his brother. "Happy now, snot boy?"
OOOOOOOOOO
My productivity has gone way down. I'm going to blame you, the writers of J2 and SUPN fanfic. There's too damned much good stuff out there and I CAN'T STOP READING IT! AARRGGHH!
However. I am now taking back control. I will be posting at least one drabble daily for the foreseeable future to help keep my gears working smoothly and at the same time working on a couple of larger pieces. Along those lines, anyone who can give me some challenge words or phrases or situations – very much appreciated!
I WILL get this addiction under control. But I'm not gonna stop reading. That's asking too much.
Oh, and I'm going to start writing Cas. I can't believe I've been writing two years and haven't written more than one or two insignificant appearances for him! What the hell! Anyway, starting out small, feeling my way. If I mess up, let me know.