E/O Challenge: Over
Special birthday present for bhoney who wanted hypothermic!Dean and caring Sam.
This may have backfired since I couldn't write more than one drabble due to my frantic desire to write a much longer one with such a delicious way to hurt Dean.
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Wish they were.
A/N: My friend and loyal beta, Scotia, helped me whittle out 100 words from a rather large log. Thanks!
Sam lifted up enough of the blankets to find his brother's ear. "Dean, I'm going out. Need something?"
"Wanna cherry sno-cone."
"That would be no. Chicken soup?"
A hazy eye focused on him. "Choc'lit ice cream."
"Beef stew."
"Coffee milkshake."
"Dude, I am so over this. You are the poster-child for hypothermia. I am not getting you something cold."
Dean rolled from under the covers, flat onto the floor, finally staggering to his feet. Put on his jacket. "Goin' store, Sammy. Want somethin'?"
"Dude, you don't have shoes on." He caught Dean as he swayed. "Pizza?"
"Jalapenos?"
"It's a deal."