Concentrate
It's just a simple concentration exercise. They've been hunting a kelpie for the past three days but it seems to have disappeared for now. The kelpie's disappearance couldn't have happened at a better time. They've both come down with heavy colds, and with the way the weather's been, Sam and Dean are actually pretty frickin' pleased about the fact that they have a day off. Problem is, they're bored as hell.
It's been pouring rain for hours now and they're sitting in their motel room wrapped up in blankets. Dean's wearing Sam's hoodie and they've been alternating between the heater and the air conditioner depending on whose fever is higher. There's nothing good on T.V and Sam has forbidden Dean from using his laptop. Dean's pretty sure it's hidden in Sam's dirty clothes but he doesn't feel like looking for it.
After a few minutes of Dean complaining Sam suggests a staring contest, to see who can keep their concentration focused the longest. First to sneeze has to go get food. Dean reluctantly agrees and they lock eyes, neither wanting to give in. Dean smirks evilly at Sam who just smiles back. Their staring match lasts for a full minute before Sam sneezes. Dean laughs loudly which then turns into a coughing fit.
Sam seizes his opportunity and steals the box of tissues from the middle of the table. Dean, recovering from his coughing fit, lunges for them. Sam holds them high above his head "Give up, you're too short." Dean growls and tackles Sam. They fall backward onto Sam's bed, wrestling. The box of tissues falls to the ground, squished. Dean dives for them.
His cell phone rings and he hears Sam say "Hey Bobby." Sam walks toward the other side of the room. Dean has now captured the tissues and is planning to keep them hostage. Sam stifles a sneeze and hangs up with Bobby. He smirks and holds up the keys to the Impala. Dean glares. Sam runs his fingers back through his hair and laughs. Dean stands up "Gibme the keys." Sam shakes his head, holding the keys out of Dean's reach "Give be the tissues."
Dean shakes his head, rubbing his nose as he does "Dot a chance Sabby." Sam smirks again and jingles the keys "Want me to sdneeze on them?" Dean rolls his eyes "I've got the sab thing you do. And if you touch my car I'll break your face."
Sam laughs "Jerk." Dean throws the tissue box at Sam's head "Bitch." Sam smiles. Dean tackles him again and they wrestle for a while until they both sneeze.
Sam glances at the bedside clock. "Deand, it's ode in the bmording. You should get some sleep." Dean frowns then coughs " Why?" Sam sighs "Because, you're sick." Dean eyes Sam's pale face and red nose that's glowing like Rudolph's "So are you." Sam rolls his eyes "C'mon Dean, you have to sleep. We can't take od a water creature, in the rain, sick." Dean rolls his eyes as they stand up.
Sam grins, pulling on his jacket "Go to sleep, I'll bring you pie." Dean regards him, a smirk crossing his face "You should, you lost the datch." Sam glares. Dean gives him his trademark grin.
Sam sighs. Dean steals the tissues. There is a pause then "Sab? I want cherry."
Sam smiles and leaves, returning about twenty minutes later with a cherry pie from the cheap grocery store near the dock. He takes a hot shower and returns to find that Dean has eaten half the pie. Sam laughs and then puts the pie in the tiny refrigerator. Dean's eyes are closed but Sam can tell he's still awake, listening to the rain. Sam sniffles and then curls into bed. He's asleep in seconds. Dean smiles, letting the warmth of sleep wash over him. They can rest for a minute, he'll concentrate on how to beat this bitch later.
Thunder booms down a few moments later. The kelpie watches from outside the window. The Winchesters are finally sleep. Red nosed and tired but peaceful for once.