Challenge Word: Dry
Bonus Challenge: Work in a delirious, delusional, dopey, or drowsy Dean for PADavis. Done and done.
Word Count: 100 exactly HOMGz.
Disclaimer: Listen, if I owned this show you'd be staring at this shit on the screen every week. Be thankful I don't. No copyright infringement intended blah blah blah just writing for funsies blah blah blah. Blah. :D
A/N: I'm not great at drabbles. At least, I've not done a lot of them, and so feel that I have a lot to learn. Written for the E/O Challenge, because I simply couldn't resist it's diabolical pull any longer. *swoon*
So, happy (early?) birthday to PADavis; hope you enjoy your daily dose of delirious!feverish!Dean. Also, bhoney and UpstairsMind helped to (unknowingly) inspire me, so blame them. ;P
Summary: E/O Challenge: Dry. Dean has a fever. Sam... is amused. No spoilers.
on fire
"Sam."
No response.
"Sam!"
"What?! What's wrong?" Panic mixed with fear and tightened the features of Sam's face as he ran into the room. His older brother looked up at him from beneath the comforter, eyes hazy, brow furrowed.
"...am I on fire?"
Blink.
Stare.
"No, Dean. You're not on fire."
More staring, and then...
"Ya sure?"
"I'm sure. Go back to sleep."
Dean nodded a couple dozen times in acceptance, finally sinking back into the lumpy couch. Sam rolled his eyes, and wiped the sweat from his brother's brow before he made his way slowly back to Bobby's study.