"Ha..Ha…HATCHOO!"
Sam turned his head to look at his brother.
"You ok? That's the 8th sneeze and we've only been driving for twenty minutes."
"I'b fine Samby" Dean said.
Sam laughed, "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that?"
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
"HATCHOO!"
Sam looked at his brother closer, he was pale, sweaty and had massive bags under his eyes, "Seriously, I think you are getting sick."
Sam reached across and placed a hand on Dean's sweaty forehead which was quickly slapped away.
"No 'm not."
"Your fever seems to disagree."
"'m fine Sammy."
"If you say so."
"I do."
"Fine, Jerk."
"Bitch."