By: Karen B.

Summary: E/O challenge. 100 word drabble. Word -- coffee. Sick Sam. Caring Dean.

Disclaimer: Not the owner. Just a big dreamer who likes to write those dreams down. Shrugs.

Note: Tough one. Whittled this down from 148 words. Fun. Thank you for the challenge -- it is helping me to break through a wall, and wrap up a longer fic I have been working on! Thus, bits of this drabble will reappear -- someplace else -- it's magic. LOL.

Sunshine and dreams,


"Hurry, Sam, I'm starving." Dean held the door to the diner open.

I walked in. Everything was too bright, too colorful, too happy. Even the smell of coffee made my stomach flop.

"You okay?"


Dean leaned forward, staring. "No, you're not."

"How do you know?"

"You have that color!" Dean grabbed my arm, heading us outside. "Back to the motel."

"What color?"


"That's not a color, Dean."

"Dude, you look like you're about to pull a Linda Blair."

"Big jerk."

"Uh-huh, and this big jerk is tucking his sick, baby brother back into bed."

"Thanks, Dean."

"Anytime, Sammy."