A/N: Woohooo! Hello guys! Another sign of life. *grins* I know this drabble is a little late, but, better late than never, hu?
An unbelievable huge thank you to all who are still reading, favoriting, alerting and reviewing my stories. Thank you, thank you, thank you! It means the world to me and be assured, I'm still working on new and old projects! ;)
Timeline – plays somewhere during Season 7.
WOW: week/weak
Double Drabble – 200 words on the dot! :P
And, like always, thanks to my awesome beta-girl Enkidu07! Honey, you rock, can't tell you that often enough! :)
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Have You Ever Seen The Rain
He had felt off for over a week now, successfully hiding his worsening flu from Sam but with everything on their plate these last few months it hadn't been so hard to push past body limitations with sheer determination and will.
Dean leaned back against the tiled wall of yet another crappy motel bathroom, shivering with cold. His stomach was still doing flip-flops even with nothing left to come up.
He closed his eyes, exhausted. Sleep sounded like a good idea, but wasn't an option anytime soon. Not while they finally had a new lead on Dick Roman, the Leviathans.
"Dean?" a soft knock on the door. "Dean?" more concerned now.
Dean wanted to answer, wanted to sooth the worried tone in Sam's voice but all he could do was awkwardly breathe through his mouth, fighting off another wave of nausea.
"Okay, I'm coming in."
He more felt than heard Sam crouching next to him, his brother's cool hand suddenly resting on his forehead.
"… off me," The world tilted for a second as he moved his head too quickly, he squeezed his eyes shut tight.
"You're burning up."
" 'm fine." It sounded weak even in Dean's own ears.
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End (for now at least *grins*)
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