Challenge Word: Dry
Bonus Challenge: Work in a delirious, delusional, dopey, or drowsy Dean for PADavis.
Word Count: 100! *fist pump*
Disclaimer: Listen, if I owned this show you'd all be staring at this random shit on the screen every week. Be thankful I don't. No copyright infringement intended blah blah blah just writing for funsies blah blah blah. Blah. :D
A/N: Written for the E/O Challenge, because I simply couldn't resist it's diabolical pull any longer. *random faceplant*
Second drabble for the same challenge, this time with a more literal use of the challenge word. I'm like butter... on a roll. *bad pun*
So, happy (early?) birthday (again) to PADavis; hope you enjoy your second daily dose of delirious!feverish!Dean.
Summary: E/O Challenge: Dry. Delirious!Dean has something to say, damnit. No spoilers.
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"Listen, Sammy..." Dean's eyes glazed over as his voice trailed off, dry and scratchy.
"What, Dean?" A gentle shake, and the older man's attention was hovering on him once more.
"And the bunnies... and they had wings..." Now Sam was Officially Worried™. Before he could reach the cool, wet cloth on the bedside table, he was stopped by a clammy hand latching onto the side of his face with great enthusiasm.
"I'm sorry, little man..." Dean hadn't called him that since Sam was ten years old.
Something split within him, cracked right down the center.
"It's okay, Dean. Just sleep."