"For the last time Dean I do NOT have the chicken pox. I got it already when I was four remember. You were the one who dumped me in a tub full of breakfast cereal." Sam declared, as he sat on the bed amidst a heap of blankets, shivering and trying to get the taped oven mitts off his hands.
Dean snickered at the attempt of a glare that graced Sam's worn and blotchy features.
"Yeah about that...Dad came home and checked you, turns out it wasn't chicken pox…it was poison ivy!"
Dean was positive he could hear Sam's jaw hitting the ground.
"And you neglected to mention that little fact to me?"
"Yeah! Well…Im not bathing in lucky charms again Dean!"