E/O Challenge: Raw
By the way, the cold mentioned came from one of my other stories. Hand Tugs and Late Night Hugs, maybe y'all will read it. :) Don't forget to review, I love them so much. Yeah I'm spoiled now. Love to be PM'd too! I'm just sayin'....
Thank God for Colds
Dean stood in the bathroom of the motel he and his brother were currently holing up. His gaze caught his mirror image; disgusted he turned away. Hell was still fresh on his mind.
The hunter tried to keep the tears and noise down to a minimum. He had knew Sam would figure out he wasn't in bed soon. His little brother had an uncanny ability to know when he was missing.
As if on cue, a knock sounded at the bathroom door. "Dean?"
A sob hitched in Dean's throat as he tried to calm himself.
"Are you--are you crying?"
Sam just had to ask. Pulling himself together Dean swiped his hand across his face and swung the door open, targeting his brother with a glare.
"No, Sam. I ain't cryin'. I caught your damn cold!" His voice was raw and lacked dignity. Swiftly, Dean moved past his brother and crawled back into his bed, hiking his sheets up to his chin. He coughed for good measure.
Sam stood in the bathroom doorway, looking over his brother. He'll talk when he's ready.
Dean rolled to his belly and thought, thank God for colds.