Title: Sudden onset
Challenge Word: scratch
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
A/N: I think I am channeling Mad Server.
Dean plunks down, eyes streaming, breath heavy and rough. His shirt collar suddenly feels a little too snug. He focuses on swallowing.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I don't know. I'm fine. I was fine a second ago." Dean scratches at his nose, ending in a long hard rub at his eyes. He lays back for a second, just to catch his breath.
When his eyes open again, darkness has fallen. His mouth's dry and there's pressure behind his eyes. His face scrunches when a clumsy hand to his head comes into contact with damp sticky heat.