Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction based on the original by E. Kripke. Done for love and fun - not profit.
E/O CHALLENGE
A/N: I have nothing to say! Exept maybe I did play a little fast and loose with the word of the week...
WOW: Flu
Word Count: 100 on the nose, baby - just like the rules say!
The room filled with soot when the chimney flu, flew open, launching both Dean and Sam into a violent paroxysm of coughing.
Unfortunately, this didn't satisfy the poltergeist's need for mayhem, and it flung the brothers in opposite directions.
Sam collided with the couch. Dean ricocheted off the glass bookcase and landed on the mahogany coffee table.
None of the evening's festivities were helping his already flu-infested body.
"Dean!" Sam rolled his brother over gently, distressed at the heat radiating off him.
Dean's breath sawed in and out spasmodically, eyes rolling.
"Dumbass. I knew you were sick..."
"Not..."
"Don't even..."