SPN100 Challenge WoW: Jiggle (Second of two drabble responses)
Word Count : Still making use of permission not to stick to 100 so: 190
Disclaimer: I can dream too, can't I?
FEVER DREAMS & COMMUNICATION QUIRKS
Sam has been looking after his sick brother. Over the worst, Dean's internal thermostat is still kaput. He still gets confused at times, suffers
occasional vivid fever dreams, and is so bunged up, he can't speak properly. An affliction that leads to him stating the truth when he's trying to lie.
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"Dean?...What did you just do?"
"Blew by dose."
"What on, exactly?"
"Odda 'ad'kerchi'f."
"Dean, you haven't got a handkerchief...Ohhh, gross. You've blown your snotty nose on my tee!"
"Oobs...Sorry Sabby."
*Sigh* "Forget it, just try to go to sleep."
"Ok Sabby."
*Later*
"Dean? Why's the bed jiggling?"
"M'wha?"
"What're you doing?"
"Um...Duffin'...Baybe bubbin' by dose?"
"Maybe rubbing your nose? Really...So, why were you moaning?"
"Din' boan!...Huh?...I bean, I wadn' boanin'...Um...I din' say bonin', I said boanin. I wadn't boanin'...Damb...Ok, was bonin' but...Hod dreabm Sabby! N' 'm poorly, so forgod aboud you..."
Hold it...Did you just say you were boan...I mean moaning, because you were...Boning? Son-of-a-bitch Dean! Seriously? Shit! Which way were you facing? No! Don't tell me. I'm going for a scalding hot shower an' then back to my own bed, I don't care how "poorly" an' cold you say you're feeling!"
*Later again*
"Sabby?"
"Oh for...What?"
"M'sorry Sabby...Wassa really real dreabm...Prob'ly 'cos 'm poorly?"
"Stop Dean! Please. I don't want to hear about it ever again, ok? Good night."
*Short Pause*
"Sabby? 'M still poorly...Sabby? 'M still poorly, 'n 'm still really cowd...Sabby!"
"Crap!" *Sigh* "Ok...Move over Snuffles...But no damn dreaming!"
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Chick xx