Yippee Ki Yay Mo
E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word: Flu
Warnings: None
Summary: Dean doesn't have the flu. No, really, he hasn't.
Dean was hard. Like really, really macho-die-hard. (What, were you thinking something else?)
So he never got anything as mundane as a cold, or god forbid, influenza.
No siree.
So when Sam shouldered the duffel with the salt and gasoline, Dean was ready to pick up those spades and trek over to the grave-site, no problem. The fact that his temperature hit 105, and Sam had told him to stay in bed was irrelevant.
Until he found himself flat on his face, eating carpet.
It wasn't even nice carpet.
Luckily Sam was there to pick him up.
"C'mon, McClane. Bed."