A/N: Hey folks! Geez it's good to be back! ^^ I had finals over the last few weeks but now my life's slowly but surely back to its normal craziness.

A huge 'thank you' for all your encouraging words and all the crossed fingers.

As promised, updates are coming soon. Just bear with me a little longer!! *offers cookies*

A/N: My hugest thanks, as always to Enkidu07. Honey, you're such a sweetheart and I'm really, really glad to have you!! ^^

Ah, I love the Challenge Word. LOL. Me coffee addicted? Never. :P

100 Words on the dot! Yay!

Drowning On Dry Land

Dean rubbed a hand over his pounding forehead, wiping sweat away. He had been feeling sick the last couple of days but now even the smell of coffee was nauseating.

"Dean? You even listened to me?" Sam's voice sounded loud in the almost empty diner.

"Huh?" He looked up, blinking against the gray morning light.

"You okay man? You don't look so good." Sam eyed him closely, a worried frown on his face.

"Fine." Dean closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The hand on his forehead caught him by surprise. "What…?"

"Okay, that's it, Dean. Motel. Now."

End

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