Humble
Prompt: Gen or Sam/Dean. Sick! And maybe hurt! Dean. Anything where Sam has to blow Dean's nose for him for some reason.
s&d
He finds Dean right where he left him: propped up on the bed, thick bandages snug around one knee and both hands. There's a clean white tissue dangling from where it's trapped between the edges of his thumbs. His face is flushed and snotty.
"Hey." Sam settles on the mattress by Dean's hip. The tissue flutters. The air's stale and warm and smells like old carpet.
Dean snuffles helplessly. "Hey."
"I'm... gonna..." Sam slides the Kleenex free and gently blots the pink skin under his brother's nose. "You totally have a cold."
Dean sighs. "Yeah."
Sam moves a few strands of Dean's hair aside and presses a careful kiss to his forehead. He frowns. "You're warmer."
"Awesome." Sniffling, Dean eyes the Kleenex in his hand. "I gotta..." He clears his throat. "Little help?"
"Oh." Sam bunches it up to Dean's nostrils. "Yeah. Go."
Blushing, Dean shuts his eyes and blows. Sam takes in the sweat on his face, the two little lines between his brows. While Dean catches his breath, he pulls new tissues from the box and folds them together, replaces the soggy clump. "'Kay. Round two."
Dean leans in and then immediately draws back, his forehead creasing, eyebrows jumping. "HHH-hhh." He casts a panicked look at Sam, then buries his flaring nostrils in the waiting hand. "Hh-hhHHHH-TZZHHSHSH! Ih-XXHXH-shoo!"
Sam feels the warm explosions through the layers of Kleenex. When watery eyes search his, he nods. "You're good."
Dean flicks a quick glance at the ceiling like it's a pie he's never going to eat, then scrunches up his face and pushes out more snot with a weak crackle.
"Sucks being sick, huh?" Sam dabs his red nose dry. "Car's all gassed up. Got some food, too. I told Bobby we'd be there by six." A tremor passes through Dean and Sam hesitates, studying him. "You up to it?"
Dean sniffles and sighs. He shifts forward, winces and kisses Sam's eyebrow. "Yeah." He takes the tissue box awkwardly between his wrists and hugs it to his chest. "I'd friggin' kill for a bowl of Bobby's chili. Let's go."
Avid
Prompt: Sam & Dean are trapped in a very small space, Dean's having sneezing fit after sneezing fit and Sam has a sneeze kink.
s&d
"Hhh... hh-EHH... EH-XXHXHHSH! XTCHSH! Ah-HATCCHH-uh-TSSCHH!"
Sam's hands go lax around the lock and the belt buckle he's using as a pick. His mouth slackens, cheeks flushing. "Cara mia."
"Shit." Dean sniffles into his sleeve. "Dot a good tibe, badd. Ih-HIDZGHSH! KHKHFOO! KETCHCHH!"
Sam twists around in the tiny cage, his front pressing into Dean's by default. He kisses the back of Dean's hand, the inside of his wrist.
"Sab. The lock. Ih-HHHH... DZZHSHSH!"
"Bless you." Sam nips at Dean's neck, noses up behind his ear. His cock presses into Dean's thigh.
"Dude. You are dot gettigg laid right dow. Ahh-HADGEHH! Eh-KHKHTCH-TCHCH! The ghost..."
"Fuck the ghost." Sam mouths over Dean's chin, his lips, his nose.
"Uhgrr." Dean's eyes roll back. He cups Sam's warm crotch. "Thedd do it fast."