Ripe
By Carol M.
E/O Challenge…side…Dean needs his appendix out…Sam just needs to convince him…hurt!Dean, bitchy!Sam…Happy Birthday to Laedieduske!
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don't own em, only love em
Two this week because the word side and Laedieduske's birthday request of Dean's quivering stomach with Sam touches was just too good to do one…thanks for the inspiration!
Enjoy!
Sam pulled the blanket off of his sweaty, shivering brother and then lifted up Dean's shirt, pressing his hand flush against Dean's side, feeling the stiff tenderness of Dean's belly. Dean let out a tortuous moan, his arm weakly scrabbling at Sam's hand, trying to knock it away.
"What the hell, Sammy?" Dean gasped as he curled in on himself, his eyes clenching shut in agony. "You trying to kill me?"
"No, I'm trying to save your life, jerk. Can't you just admit you have appendicitis?"
"No." Dean tried to sit up and failed miserably. "Maybe."
"You're unbelievable."
"I know."
That's All Folks!