A/N: E/O Challenge ("alert").
It's the sneezing that alerts Sam: twos and threes, all afternoon.
"Do you have a cold?"
"No." Dean sneezes again, then clutches his throat and scowls, forcefully flips the page.
Sam sits back on the sofa, crossing his legs, laptop abandoned. "Really."
"Really." Dean meets Sam's gaze head-on, sniffles out a challenge.
"Cause if you did, I might have made you tea."
An eyeroll. "Might you have."
"With ginger. And honey."
Dean rubs his larynx.
"Like Jess used to make."
Dean balks, then sneezes twice more, scrubs at his nose. "Yeah?"
"But since you're fine..."
A wheezy, chastened sigh. "...Jess?"