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Sam hated the chickenpox. He couldn't shake the feeling of the annoying itching that consumed his entire body, and he hated how it left him feeling worn. All he could do was lye in bed and hope that the rash would go away. "You feeling better Sammy?" Dean asked.
"Do you really need to ask?"
"Aren't you grumpy?"
"Sorry, it's just-"
"I know, it's alright. I've had the chickenpox, it's worse then Hell."
"Thanks." Sam was glad that Dean was understanding of his unfortunate situation.