A/N: Guys, it meant a lot to me that you didn't laugh at the longer, pornier chapter. I knew you wouldn't, but still. You rock my socks into tiny little threads.
If your sneezy Dean craving has had time to grow back, have three more drabbles.
"TCHHCHCH!"
Dean straightens up, snuffling into his sleeve.
"Not sick my ass."
"I said I was fide."
"You also said there was kryptonite in green Life Savers."
Dean scowls. "Hih... HISSHHSHSH-UH! Dabbit." He sniffles again, thumbing his red nostrils. "You got a dapkid?"
"Try the john, Sneezy."
"Dod't eevedd, bad. Just gibbe a freakid' kleenex add I'll be good to go." But he stifles two more sneezes into his wrist as he turns, surveys the lobby.
Later Sam finds him white-faced in the bathroom, one hand gripping the sink, the other pinching tissues around his nose.
"Sucks beigg sick."
"Yeah."