Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. If I did, every dispute between Sam and Dean would be solved by an exuberant game of Ro-Sham-Bo, and there would probably be some Gay Chicken every once in a while.
Challenge Word: Spent
Word Count: 100.
A/N: Awesome! *super high-five* Alright, the reason this is up late is because I had to drive my friends all around the freakin' universe, and then some. I love those guys. But I's tiiiiired. D: So, here it is now. Because I love you guys too. 3
Summary: E/O Challenge: Spent. --In which Dean wants to drive, but can't. (Insert frowny face here.)--
Spent
Dean fell into the front seat of the Impala, his aching body spent. A quiet snuffle, keys jangling as he tried to find the ignition. Suddenly they were gone from his fingers, the driver's side door open, allowing the cold night air to hit his fevered face.
"Dude!"
"Out; I'm driving."
"The hell you a-hah-aaii-" Dean's plan to wrestle the keys from Sam came apart as a coughing fit ripped its way through his chest.
Before he knew what was happening, he was in the passenger seat, and they were on the road.
"Fine…" A dejected pout. "You can drive."