E/O Challenge: Relax.
Happy Birthday, Sammygirl1963. I don't really do WeeChester - but I hope this dose of Sick!Sam. with a side of Papa John will suit you.
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: This belongs to Sammygirl1963. Please contact her if questions arise. (Hee Hee)
"Try to relax."
"God, Dean, just shoot me." He hunched over the toilet again, groaning. "And get out of here. Bad enough I have to smell this."
"Brought you something."
Sam looked up blearily. He pried one hand loose from the toilet and took the cup. Sipped. Astonished: "Warm Coke?"
"Yeah. I thought…" Dean reached to take it back.
"No! No, sorry, It's okay, I promise." He took another sip and sighed. He hadn't had this since… before Stanford. It was like home, and childhood, and the comfort of his father's warm callused hand caressing his cheek.
"Dean, It's perfect."
