WITS END

... is a place where Sam spends a lot of time. WOW: Argue.

Disclaimer: I own nothing supernatural, although my passport photo is rather creepy.

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"QUIT ARGUIN' AND TAKE THE GODDAMN, FREAKIN' SONOFABITCH TABLETS BEFORE I RAM THE WHOLE FRIGGIN' BOTTLE DOWN YOUR NECK!"

Huddled and shivering, Dean sat on the bed rubbing his clammy forehead.

"Don' hafta shout, Sammy," he croaked, massaging his burning throat; "s'my throat that hurts, not my ears."

"WELL TAKE THE DAMN'…" Sam took a deep breath; "… tablets then."

"No. Don' like 'em, they make me tired."

"You're sick," Sam snorted through clenched teeth, trembling with frustration; "tired is good … YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO REST!"

Watery eyes peered up at the exasperated figure.

"How'm I s'posed to rest if you keep shoutin'?"

"AAAARRRGGGHHH!"

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