EAT YOURSELF WELL

WOW: we're back. Dean's sick. Sam helps, so does Kevin. Or so they think

disclaimer: I don't own any of these lovely boys.

Chapter 1

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"We're back!"

Kevin followed Sam into the bunker, watching as the taller man headed off towards Dean's bedroom, the place where they had left the flu-ridden elder Winchester resting prior to their pharmacy supply run.

Within moments Sam was back.

"He's not there," Sam murmured in concern; "where …"

They stopped in their tracks on hearing a sneeze, followed by a loud belch emanating from the kitchen.

Their arrival at the kitchen revealed Dean, resplendent in dead-guy robe, seemingly munching his way through the entire contents of the bunker's cavernous pantry.

"Hey guys," he croaked wetly; "c'mon, habe a cooggie."

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tbc