DRIP
Sam has the privilege of seeing Dean at times when he's less than at his best …
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"Hack-hack-ackackack" … "Shhhnurkkggh" …
Dean raised a trembling wrist to his raw, wet nose.
"Do you admit you're sick now?" Sam loomed over his shivering brother.
"migh' be a bit … ssnurrrugghh … under the - hack - weather"
"Under the weather? Dude, you're a damned …"
"… AACHHTISSCHHAAOOOOOO! …"
"… biohazard"; Sam wiped his face.
"sniff …"
"blow your nose, man; if it drips much more you'll dehydrate!"
"Ackackackackack-ha-ha-ha-haaack!"
Dean stared up at his brother, pallid face glistening with sweat, dewdrop hanging off the end of his red nose.
"snurkgh …"
Sam shook his head.
"I can't believe that women find you attractive!"
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