The previous two drabbles have been pretty light-hearted. Not so with this one. I actually write more angsty stuff than humorous, but I'll let you decide which you think I'm better at.
Drabble 3
Of all things, it's a cold that gets Dean down. How do you fight a bunch of germs? You can't, not really. He hates that, the reminder that there are things out there you can't fight. Sure, this time it's just a cold. Wait a few days and eventually it would go away. But next time it might be something bigger. A demon. Death. Destiny. A cold might not kill him, but what's to say there's not something else out there that can, and what if there's nothing he can do to stop it? Give him demons and monsters any day. It's the cold that really gets him down.
