Enkidu07's Drabble Challenge
Prompt word - LATE
Word Count: Double drabble today - 200 words on the dot.
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Disclaimer: Neither the boys nor anything related to Supernatural belongs to me. I'm just having some fun with the boys, playing around with Eric Kripke's sandbox.
Perfectly Poorly
By: Vanessa Sgroi
Dean licked his cracked lips. Harsh coughs ripped through his chest, and he hunched forward. When the fit passed, he groaned, easing back against his pillow. Desperately thirsty, the elder Winchester tugged at his sore lips again. Earlier he'd attempted a trip to the bathroom for more water, but unrelenting dizziness kept him anchored to the bed.
A sound at the door drew his attention. He was relieved to see Sam cross the threshold. "'Bout time you got here," he croaked.
Sam, who was soaked through and dripping, crossed to the bed. "Hey, better late than never, eh?" Disregarding his current state, Sam sank down on the edge of the bed. "It's a freakin' monsoon out there, man. I thought I was about to become Noah and the Impala was about to become the Ark."
"Hey, no animals…" rasped Dean, closing his eyes. When Sam leaned over to ghost a hand over Dean's forehead, water dripped from the saturated jacket, hitting the overheated skin on Dean's belly and chest. He shivered. A glass was held to his lips. He sucked greedily at the cool liquid inside.
"Easy, bro."
Dean tugged at Sam's wet jacket in warning. "Gon'na get sick too."
FIN