Title: If he wasn't sick before...
Disclaimer: As always, sadly, I only own the order that the words are written in.
Challenge Phrase: Thermometer.
Word Count: 100, on the button!
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A/N: My sleeve got tugged on, so I couldn't say no to that, could I?
"Sam. I'm fine." Dean mumbles round the thermometer. He's been fighting something all week - and losing. He looks like crap and knows it, but he just can't quite give up the pretence.
Sam sighs. "Why can't you ever just admit that you are sick, Dude?"
Dean fights the shiver that runs up his spine and pulls the blanket tighter round his shoulders, shrugging.
"Where'd you get this thermometer from, anyway? What happen to the ear thingy?"
"Dunno. I stole that one from that Vet's clinic."
Dean spits it out.
"Sam, you're joking – right?"
Sam shakes his head, confused. "What?"