Title: Dryer
Author: Mad Server
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Dean's sick. Sam changes the sheets.
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys.

The sheets are warm; straight from the dryer, Sam can tell. He shakes them out and smoothes them over the bed, tucking in the corners, the bottom. A soapy scent drifts up.

"You tipped her?" Dean croaks, raising an eyebrow. He's swaddled in a quilt and propped against the wall, smudge-eyed, sucking on a thermometer.

"She's about to do your pukey laundry," Sam points out. Dean shrugs peevishly, then coughs, near-convulsing.

"Gimme that," Sam frowns, reclaiming the thermometer and giving it a glance.

Dean fumbles past, then eases down between the warm sheets. "Oh, mother," he grunts. "Tip her double."