You can't make me

by Enkidu07

E/O CHALLENGE: Worn. For PRL - Some sick!Sam to commiserate. Chapter 1 is just for you. For those who are more of a sick!Dean kind of girl, I suggest reading chapter 2 first.

2. Flip Side

Title: Flip Side
Author: Enkidu07
Disclaimer: The boys don't belong to me. Still.
A/N: Yeah. Mad Server, can I use the patented * facepalm * on this one?

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Dean's breath fogs up the mirror as he tries to get a look at his flaming throat.

What he can see is messy and swollen with red and yellow hues.

Sam bangs his way in and Dean snaps his mouth shut.

"Dude, I'm an adult. Adults don't get their tonsils out," Dean grits carefully through clenched teeth.

"Well, you're acting like a child. Pack it up." Resolve. And impatience.

Dean flinches, worn down and unhappy, sticky with fever. Razor blades lacerate with each swallow.

He meets Sam's gaze with defiance, deflates when he finds compassion staring back.

"Let's go, Dean."

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end.