Summary: E/O CHALLENGE. This is for Platinum Rose Lady. The drabble word is worn, and Sam has to be sick. Well, I'm not sure this is what you had in mind, but there IS nudity. Hope you feel better!

Word Count: One hundred on the nose

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. This is for entertainment only, not for profit.


The first day Sam took off all his clothes and roamed around the yard. He hissed at Bobby's dogs and yowled and howled.

Were-cat poison lasts only seventy two hours. Dean and Bobby couldn't cook the antidote soon enough; it was herbs and black cat bones.

And it. Was. Foul.

Dean set the potion out on the back porch in a dog bowl around noon.

Sam lapped it all up and crawled into bed to sleep it off an hour later.

Dean almost collapsed nearly twelve hours later, worn out from hosing down the yard.

Sam marked his territory.

Repeatedly.

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Well, I said there was nudity. I have no shame.