Challenge Word: Relax.
Bonus: Sick!Sam and caring!Dad.
Word Count: 100! I think I deserve an icecream after this one.
A/N: Incidentally, and through no fault of my own, I have never seen the movie Hell Boy. I must remedy this soon. Okay, for the record, note that I myself have a cold (thanks, mom!) and I am tired and quite possibly not exactly coherent. I believe this to be yet another of my own special brand of 'fail!crack'. All that having been said, I hope you enjoy!
Oh, I've decided that in this Sam is 14 and Dean is 18. I've also decided that John's middle name is, and shall forever be, 'Badass'. XD
Summary: E/O Challenge: Relax. Teen!chesters. --Sam is sick, Dean is freaked, and John Badass Winchester saves the day.-- Happy Birthday, Sammygirl1963!
Hell (Disease) Boy
"Only you," Dean says accusingly, pacing a hole in the dirty motel carpet. "Only you would get some kinda crazy... whacked out... Hell disease!" He scrubs a hand roughly over his face and plunks himself into a chair.
"Well," Sam mumbles, "at least you finally sat down..." He scratches absently at the left horn protruding from his head, ignores Dean's glare until it burns more than the itching.
"Dean, relax; dad said-"
"Dude. You're growing horns!"
Sam rolls his eyes just as the door swings open.
John smiles. "Somebody call for an antidote?"