Every thirty seconds or so Dean coughs.
Not just a little clear you throat kind of cough, but a lung cleaning, eyes watering, cover
your mouth cos all the green stuff comes out kind of cough.
He hacks like he has a furball stuck in there, and then spits it into the little garbage can by
the side of the bed.
Sam is completely disgusted, and decides to head to the store for some supplies.
"Be back in an hour Dean, anything you need?"
"Nuhh, uh," comes the reply.
"Wait. Sammy, some popsicles?"
It is more of a question, as Sam sees Dean looking at him with sad, sunken puppy dog
eyes, pleading for sympathy.
Sam shakes his head and is out the door.
Dean is a giant baby when he is sick.
And Sam is gonna have to play nursemaid.