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DEDICATION: To everyone that I owe a review reply to. If you knew how badly my life sucked right now and how much your review really mean to me, you'd forgive me. *hides and sniffles*
E/O CHALLENGE
A/N: Too many players to list them all without forgetting someone at this point. It is my honour to be in such noteworthy company. Thanks to EnkiduO7 and Onyx Moonbeam for being our glorious leaders!
Word: Thermometer
Word count: 100 on the nose, baby!
Sam had to let go of Dean to draw his gun. Grabbing for Dean as he toppled, meant Sam's shot only grazed the thing charging them. Still. Sent it howling into the woods.
Dean lay where he fell, blinking owlishly.
"Smee? I had the weirdest dream…" Dean slurred.
"Sorry," Sam murmured, kneeling to check on his brother.
Sam noticed an unnatural flush high on Dean's cheekbones and didn't need a thermometer to tell him the heat radiating off his shivering brother was the beginning of a blossoming fever.
Infection or poison from the claws?
What the hell was that thing?
A/N: God and the word of the week willing, there may be some disclosure about what that thing is next week…. I'm sorry if this chapter seems lame…seems lame to me… *rides off on the lame express*