Sorry for the long gap. I'll get at least two chapters up tonight.
Don't own Supernatural
"Dean, you should really get at least some medicine for that cough." The brothers sat in a Starbucks watching their target, a suspected skinwalker, who was currently eating in the diner across the street. "Not just for you, but I can't take waking up in the middle of the night anymore."
Dean rolled his eyes and downed the rest of his coffee. "This stuff was so not worth the $5.50 I spent on it." he crushed the cup in his fist, hoping once again his statement would project the topic away from his stupid cough.
The man they were watching left the diner and started down the street. The Winchesters immediately stood to follow. Dean covered his mouth and coughed a few times, earning a glare from Sam. "Fine, as soon as we take care of this guy I'll get some cough crap."
"I just hope whatever you have doesn't get me. I hate being sick."
"It's been months. If you were going to get it, you would have already gotten it. Besides, it's nothing. Not even sick." This was the closest Dean would ever come to admitting he was even possibly not feeling well. Dean tossed his crushed cup in the trash as he headed out the door. "Our man's on the move."
Sam sighed tiredly as he followed his brother. Dean was always hard headed, and his health was no exception. He seemed to think that because he dealt with vampires, werewolves, and demons, a simple disease couldn't touch him. More than once Sam could remember Dean becoming practically bedridden because he refused to treat a cold when it first started.
"He went down this way." Dean turned into an alley, pulling out his gun as he did. Sam did the same, mirroring Dean's steps in the narrow corridor. A trashcan tipped over down the alley. Dean motioned with two fingers the way his father used to. Their footsteps were silent as they walked. A rustling sound was ahead of them, just around a corner.
The alley widened a bit and Sam moved next to Dean. He glanced over at his older brother. Dean's face was twitching. Sam wondered for a second if maybe Dean was trying to tell him something, then he realized Dean was just trying to hold back a cough.
Sam mouthed, "No."
Dean was turning purple and his hands were starting to shake from holding it back.
Sam adamantly shook his head while glancing between his brother and the corner, his eyes wide.
With a gulping sound Dean shoved his face in the crook of his left arm, his green eyes watering, letting out a soft hmf. That small sound alerted their target, who immediately went silent.
Sam grimaced and raised his weapon higher as he spun around the corner. The next alley was empty. The litter of the knocked over trashcan covered the ground, obviously clawed through, but whatever had been there was gone. "Good job, Dean."
"It's not my fault," Dean choked out between coughs.
"If you had taken care of that cough earlier—"
"Shut up."
A sudden bark erupted behind Sam and a large black dog knocked the tall man aside as it lunged for Dean. The dog knocked Dean to the ground, making his gun fly out of his hand. The dog grinned down at him, a deep growl rumbling in its throat.
"Sam!" Dean yelled instinctively, holding the giant dog at bay. It's snapping jaws were inches from his face.
"Hang on!" In the initial attack, Sam had also dropped his gun.
"Hang on? Sam!"
"I know, I know!" Sam snatched the weapon from under an old egg carton and in one swift motion aimed and shot at the animal. The dog screamed a human like whine and leaped away, stumbling down the alley the way it had come. Sam aimed carefully and shot once more, making the dog fall. He let out the breath he had been holding and rushed to Dean. "You okay? He didn't bite you?"
"No, I'm fine." Dean allowed Sam to help him up, wheezing slightly. "Did ya get him?"
Sam nodded but kept his gun aimed. He didn't need to worry. The skinwalker was dying. He had half-turned back into a human, tangled among the garbage bags. He snapped at Sam weakly, blood oozing from the two bullet wounds. His nose twitched when Dean walked up, and an ugly grin spread across his features. His teeth were still somewhere between human and animal, as were his eyes. He babbled some gibberish in a harsh half-bark before finally taking a last shuddering breath.
"Guess the diner food wasn't good enough for him." Dean bent over, his hands on his knees, and coughed some more while Sam gave him a knowing look. "Alright," he relented. "Let's get some cough meds."
Short, but the next one will be up lickity split
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