Aw man. D8 Sorry that you're sick darling! Hope you get better! To help speed up the process, I instruct you to have a good dose of sick Sam. :3 For Platinumroselady. (P.S. I am ashamed to say that since I have never had the chickenpox, and know nothing but that they itch and you get pox, I had to research this. Lol. P.S.S. I just realized I'm going to be gone all weekend, on a bus, and eating goldfish and the likes. Woops. I'm posting this on Thursday because I get up tomorrow at 6:00 AM, get on a bus, and leave til Tuesday. So, this is… way early. xD)

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"Sammy!" Dean warned again, looking up from the channel flipping he was doing. He'd noticed Sam's hand inching down to scratch his ankle.

"But it itches Dean!" The whine in his voice made Dean smirk.

"Well, duh, Samantha, it's the chickenpox. It's not supposed to feel good." Dean watched his brother cross his arms, the beginning stage of 'the brood'. "You know, I don't get it. You can get worn down by some evil psychopathic spirit, but you can't even handle the chickenpox. You're 24 dude, take it like a man."

"Bite me," Sam snarled.

"Pass, thanks, Mr. Itch-In-Every-Place-Possible."

"Jerk."