A/N: Hey there folks!!!

What can I say – I'm sick (f***ing cold) and I needed to share my misery with someone else. *wants to curl up next to Dean*

100 Words on the dot! ^^

Have fun reading and please let me know what you think! *puppy dog eyes*


The Way I Feel

Dripping nose, raw throat, eyes burning and a headache from hell – being sick sucked out loud.

Minute shivers were running up and down his spine and he pulled Sam's hoodie even tighter around himself.

Dean tried to concentrate on the newspaper article in front of him but everything was blurring in and out of focus.

He smothered a sneeze into the crook of his elbow.

Lightheadedness washed over him.

Sam's cold hand on his forehead caught him by surprise.

"You're sick, man." Concerned.

" 'm not sick." Dean protested weakly, though he knew Sam was only stating the obvious.

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End.

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