Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural
I moaned as I laid flat on my back in bed. I hated being sick. I could tolerate having the flu but this cold was my own worse enemy. It was the kind of cold I hated; weather being hot as hell and being sick with the kind that makes it hard to breathe. Every few minutes I'd have to have mouth wide open so I could breath but I would end up with drool down my face causing me to get more Kleenex to wipe my drool off. It was my drool and I even knew it was disgusting! Top it off my throat was sore as hell. No wait, worse than hell. I quickly stood up and sneezed loud. I saw a bugger fly onto Sam's bed.
"That was kind of funny," I said with a light smile as I blew my nose with another Kleenex. "You're in for a surprise Sammy," I said with my voice raspy.
The End