A/N: *coughs* Does anyone still remember me? I know I've been AWOL the last couple of months and I'm totally sorry for that. I'm close to graduating from Physical Therapy School (in about 6 months) and that means, studying, studying and – yeah, you got that right, more studying… And believe me, it sucks, especially with a crazy muse like mine. But I don't want to whine. Graduating means I'm getting close and closer to my plans of visiting the USA for a couple of months. :)
But enough of my ramblings. This drabble is a belated B-day gift for my lovely friend and beta-girl Enkidu07. I know it's late hon, but I hope you'll love it! :) (It's so good to be back in the saddle! ^^)
My hugest thanks to the awesome NewspaperTaxis for beta'ing this little piece of craziness! Love you, girl, you know that! :) And also a huge thanks to all of you who are still bearing with me, reading my stories, leaving alerts, favorites, reviews and PMs. It means so much to me! Thank you!
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Ghosts
Dean sank down into the passenger seat, ignoring Sam's worried look as the engine rumbled to life.
This was ridiculous. How could someone with a stupid sore throat feel this crappy?
Dean rubbed a hand over his eyes. His head pounded, throbbing from his close encounter with a rather huge tombstone. Fucking spirit.
He coughed painfully and shivered slightly.
"You okay?" Another concerned glance.
"Fine." Dean grated out, feeling as though he was swallowing razorblades.
"Yeah, I can hear that." Sam's fingers brushed Dean's forehead before he could dodge them. "Huh. You're warm. First motel I see will be ours."
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Oh and just a little side-note – there will be a new chapter of 'Storm' soon. I know I said that quite some times now but this time it's true. :)