A/N: Miyo86, this is so belated but happy birthday! We love you and we're working on uh demonstrating that, we being me and NwspaprTaxis and Enkidu07 and PADavis and I do believe sidjack. I hope that Sam, Dean and Cas all show up on your doorstep with a huge ice cream cake and their handsome handsome jaws and a sparkly look in their eyes and give you giant birthday hugs and birthday kisses and take you for a spin in the Impala with loud music and the windows down.
"How you feeling?"
Dean stops kneading his ribcage through the hospital gown, raises his brows expectantly at Sam.
"Right. Sorry. Comment..." Sam thumbs through the crisp white pages of his French-English dictionary. "Comment ça va?"
Dean rolls his eyes. "C'est ça que tu veux me demander, avec ton accent ridiculeux? Qu'est-ce que tu penses, comment ça va? Franchement..."
"Uh..." Sam fumbles back and forth, wedging in tentative fingers.
"Ça... va... bien."
Sam looks up, searches Dean's eyes. "Bien. Good. You're good?"
Dean winks and puts his oxygen mask back on. It fogs and clears, fogs and clears.
Sam sighs. "Bien."
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Comment ça va? = How's it going?
C'est ça que tu veux me demander, avec ton accent ridiculeux? = That's what you want to ask me, with your ridiculous accent?
Qu'est-ce que tu penses, comment ça va? Franchement... = How do you think it's going? Honestly...