PADavis
Sam rips open a box of Kleenex as he walks in the door. "Here."
Dean leaves another trail of snot on the comforter before groping for the box. Squinting at the box suspiciously, he rasps out "You didn't get the soft kind, right?"
Sam would've answered but Dean's already honking into a tissue. "I'm going to the office to get more toilet paper. And towels." Eyeing the trash can, "And trash bags."
When he gets back, Dean's slumped over, Kleenex plugs up his nose. Sam tests for a fever and if anything it's higher. He settles in for the night.
