Disclaimer: This is a transformative work based on the original creation of E. Kripke. Sadly, my pockets remain empty. Still willing to undergo a thorough search by the first Winchester brother you care to send after me.
E/O CHALLENGE ~ Special get well edition for PlatinumRoseLady – laid low by chickenpox.... The members of the challenge are legion and I am honored to be among them...
A/N: I'm sorry this is late and I owe everyone replies – I've been away and have limited internet access – so I'm sorry this is also late. (and really way, way lamer than PRL deserves as a get well present – feel better hon!)
Word: worn
Word count: 100 on the nose, baby!
Sam tried to stifle a cough with the worn motel blanket but Dean heard it anyway.
"You sick?"
"No." Sam answered too quickly before he could stop himself.
"What's that on your neck?" Dean asked unexpectedly.
"Huh?"
"You've got spots!"
"Zits?" Sam tried.
"It's not possible."
"No... really... I get'em sometimes..."
"I had you inoculated, damn it!"
"What?"
"You. Were. Inoculated. As. A. Child." Dean clipped each word out.
"What are you on about?"
"That kid. Last case. Had the goddamn chickenpox."
"Dean, no way do I have chickenpox."
"Get your coat. This is serious at your age. Doctor! Now!"