Title: Manners (as in, Dean has none!)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
E/O Challenge: "The first one was intense, the second one knocked him off his feet."
Summary: Ummm... sneezy!Dean? It was inevitable that my brain went there, given Mad Server's Sneezy Comment fic meme ;)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
E/O Challenge: "The first one was intense, the second one knocked him off his feet."
Summary: Ummm... sneezy!Dean? It was inevitable that my brain went there, given Mad Server's Sneezy Comment fic meme ;)
The first one was intense, the second knocked him off his feet.
Sam didn't look up from his newspaper, tossed the kleenex box. Dean made a belated grab for it from his perch on Sam's bed, blinked hazily in confusion when it landed on the floor.
"Huh... huh...HHHH-RR-HRRRRSHSHSHOOO!" Rattling coughs followed; he spat the hauled-up contents into the trash can.
Sam glanced up. "Dude. Gross."
Dean shrugged, breath hitching. Made a blind grab for Sam's discarded jacket and brought it to his face, eyelashes fluttering.
Lightning quick, a wad of tissue appeared in his hands. "Now blow."
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