Title. Mono
Author: Supernoodle.
Disclaimer: As always, sadly, I only own the order that the words are written in.
Challenge Phrase: Dean with a sore throat and possibly using the words Shallow, Squeak or Prowl – which I didn't use. It's okay though, think the sore throat was the main point of interest :-)
Posted: 30th Dec 09
Word Count: This is a double-drabble – so 200 words it is!
A/N: Some sore throated Dean by request of the awesome Enkidu, for her reading pleasure. A belated Christmas present inspired by my own lurgy. I don't have mono, thank Jebus, just a stinking case of girl-flu!
Hope this fills all requirements :-)
Dean swallowed, wincing as the razor blades that he didn't remember swallowing sliced his throat to ribbons. Then fingertips gingerly prodded swollen glands and he sighed heavily enough to tear Sam away from his laptop.
"What's up?"
"Nothing." Dean replied, sliding down the couch until his head rested on the arm. "Throat's sore. Nothing big."
Sam eyed his brother in the silver light of the TV. His face was sweaty and very pale apart from two spots of colour high on his cheeks and Sam could see he was definitely coming down with something, and knowing Dean, whatever it was would lay him good and low. He never did things by half.
"You've probably caught mono from that dancer..." Sam joked. "What was her name?"
Dean shrugged, tired eyes slipping half-closed. He had no idea what the girl's name was but her lips had tasted like blueberries and she'd been very gymnastic.
Sam's grin slipped a little as Dean shivered and hugged a cushion into his chest. "Dude, you better not have caught mono!"
Dean closed his eyes against the throb of what was threatening to be an epic headache and willed himself to fall asleep before Sam's bitchfest began.