A/N: Here are two unrelated drabbles. The first one's for Liafrombrazil, 'cause she's good to me, and 'cause she's having an eventful weekend. The second one's sort of SPOILERY for 5.12 only not really at all.
Dean falls on his ass climbing out of the motorboat.
He blanks on mooring hitch knots.
"What's wrong with you?"
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His fingers won't close around the car key. Sam snakes it.
"You're like a block of ice."
"Turn up the th-thing."
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Sam's guiding his palm to a steaming paper cup.
"You've been, uh, shaking. You want a doc?"
Dean squints out at a moonlit donut shop parking lot.
"You're k-kidding, right?"
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Sam tucks hot water bottles around him and pulls up the covers.
"Dow this is wh-what I call r-r-roob service. Hh-hh-HHH-GFTSHZH!" Dean honks into a tissue.
"Sleep tight, Iceman."
Very vague SPOILER WARNING for 5.12 except not really because that part of the backstory is on the cutting room floor so proceed with caution and when in doubt eat chocolate.
"This is so dot fair."
"Drink your juice, boy."
"Gettigg it wudce would have bade sedce at least."
"Lie down, man. I'll bring you a hot water bottle."
"But idstead we swap bodies add I have your cold for you, add thedd we trade back add I get it agaidd."
"Idjit. There's a bigger picture. Michael and Lucifer missed a chance. We all got damned lucky."
"Hh-KRGTSCH! Ugh... HEH-TZHSH-TZZKJCHCHSHT! ...Lucky? Friggidd caught by owed germs. Takes taledt, is what."
"Dude, you know the drill. Go get horizontal."
"Sure. Just gotta sdeeze odd Bobby first."
"Blue blanket's on the sofa."
"...Really?"