Title: Just don't breathe on me.
Author: Enkidu07
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Challenge Word: grate, 3 x 100 words.
A/N: This is for both me and Tuppence :) Some streppy Dean for me with some happy John memories mixed in for her.
Dean emerges from the blankets with puffy eyes and disheveled hair. He staggers by Sam, grunting inarticulately.
"Good morning, Sunshine," Sam says to the bathroom door in his face.
Dean comes out looking marginally better. He digs half-heartedly, pulls on a t-shirt and boxers, sinks down on the bed. He squints in the light of the room before toppling sideways.
Sam grins and just watches.
Dean flaps a hand. "Get breakfast," he grates out.
"Throat sore?"
Flap flap.
Sam's fingertips find a hot back, fever radiating.
Dean relaxes then squirms away. "Off."
Sam sniggers. "Take a nap. I'll get food."
Dean picks at Chippy's Chunky-Chocolate-Pancakes and scowls into his orange juice before huffing his way back to bed.
Sam finishes breakfast and cleans up quietly, Dean rigid and radiating frustration. "Hey. Remember that time in Albuquerque when you caught mono off that lifeguard?"
Dean squints at him, doesn't comment.
"Dad yelled at you for hours."
Bringing up dad is a risk, but Dean grins as Sam reminisces and his eyes lighten.
Sam chuckles. "I'll never forget the look on his face when he caught it from her mom."
The laugh Dean grates out hurts to hear, but Dean looks happier.
Macaroni smothered in freshly grated cheese eases down better than pancakes.
Dean eats like he's famished, then crawls back into his cocoon. He flaps for the remote.
"Let me see your throat."
A barely perceivable shake.
"Just let me look."
Dean stares forlornly at the remote. Sam holds it out as a bargaining chip. After a moment Dean opens.
His throat is red and blotchy. Definitely raw. Definitely strep.
Sam pats a warm cheek, evades the shove, and produces penicillin.
Dean blinks.
Sam raises his eyebrows.
Dean grimaces.
Sam tilts his head.
Dean closes his eyes and swallows the medicine.
end.