A/N: E/O Challenge ("drip").
"What are you doing?"
"Ree-HH-heee... ss-SS-HURCHCH!" The book tumbles off Dean's face and slaps the floor. "Aw... lost b'spot."
"You look..."
Dean pushes up on the couch, eyes puffy, nose dripping. He drags his blanket tight, snuffling.
"Oh, that's why you wanted hot peppers. They clear --"
"Shut up. I like the taste." He's unwrapping his burger, getting grease on the quilt.
"I didn't know you had a cold. I would've picked you up something."
"Dot sick, geedius. Just... hh-HH-huh... HA-ATCCHCHH-uh! Hih-TCHCH! KTCHZCCHHCHG!"
"Jesus. I thought you were taking vitamins."
"Whed you catch it I'b gudda hide all the cough drops."