'S' IS FOR SICK
It's also for Sly, Sneaky, Scheming Scoundrel Sammy
Oh, yeah and for Sucker!
One fine morning Enkidu07 was having impure birthday thoughts about Dean being sick and having a sore throat. Anyway, this kind of got away from me and evolved into a double drabble about a generally poorly, sick Dean. Have fun Enkidu x
Happy belated birthday Tuppence, I'm sorry honey, I'm afraid I failed parlously in trying to put together a drabble with happy John moments in it, but I promise I will do something for you in when I can get my brain in gear ...
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Wished on a star; clearly didn't work.
"No'm not." huk-huk...
"Dude; I can hear you."
Tight-lipped, Dean sat hunched on the bed shaking his head petulantly.
Folding his arms, Sam glared angrily at Dean's rapidly-reddening face.
"No good trying to hold it in; I can see you twitching."
huk-huk... " d-don' need friggin' doctor."
"You do, you coughed all night; you're worrying me, man!"
Dean slyly knuckled his sternum, suppressed another grating cough.
"I saw that." Sam snapped, switching on the bitchface.
"huk-huk... had an itch."
Sam sighed, watching Dean rub his sore throat.
"Throat itch too?"
"Bite huk-huk... me." A pitiful croak.
Sam stomped away, then hesitated; eyes narrowing shiftily ...
Curious eyes followed him across the room. huk-huk... "Wha…?"
"Well, I saw the new doctor in town yesterday." Sam turned to Dean.
"about thirty; blonde, slim, long legs; I mean, wow, hot, dude!"
huk-huk... "hot? How hot?"
"uh, seriously hot!" Sam pursed his lips knowingly, "think Una Thurman meets Cameron Diaz; only curvier!"
"Well, huk-huk... maybe I, um ..."
Dean fumed, stewing moodily behind a murderous scowl, as sixty eight year old Doctor Beryl Finnegan (grey bun, lazy eye, cold hands) sternly informed him he could put his shirt back on.
Sam was so friggin' DEAD!