Dean slaps his palms over his nostrils, eyebrows shooting up.
"Really?"
Slit-eyed, Dean nods, chest spastically inflating. He freezes, then exhales, flushing.
"Did you take the...?"
"I took it, OK?" Dean rubs his red nose with a napkin and wetly blows.
"Do you need to like, lie down or something?"
"HHH... h-huh. Seriously?"
"God. You're like a volcano of snot. I'm taking you back."
"The hell you hhhH-HHH-hiiiihh..." White tissues flutter.
"That's quite the cold, man."
"HEH-TZSHGKHH! TSHSHCHKHFH! HUSH-SHHHSHOOO!"
"Wow. Bless you."
"Sab, terd aroudd!" Dean paws the glovebox. "Just, where's the freakigg asprid?"
"Beside your bed."
"I hate you."