Title: Ice Pack
Author: Mad Server
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the button
A/N: This was written for 100ghosts. The prompt was 'five by five.'
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys, I swear.
'Dean. Ice pack.'
Dean grumbles something unflattering around the thermometer, hefts the ice pack to his head.
Sam tugs.
Dean flinches - 'Watch it!' - and twists around, straining to see his shoulder blade.
Sam huffs out a sigh. 'Shut up and hold still.' He zeros in on another poisonous quill. Another tweezer tug, another flinch. 'Didn't you see its belly turning blue?'
'I thought blue was the happy colour.'
Tug. Flinch.
Sam checks his watch. He takes the thermometer, reads it. Mutters, 'Great.'
'Hey, no need to get all... spongy.'
Sam looks up. Dean's eyes have gone glassy.
'Dean. Ice pack.'
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