WOW: Storm. Dean's being a great big brave hero recovering after surgery; until he faces a foe beyond any he has ever faced before ...
Some chocolate ice-cream for Amber and Viv ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own them; I do however own some chocolate ice-cream.
Blinking hazily through receding storm-clouds of anaesthetic, unfocussed eyes drifted vacantly between the small bowl in his hand and the familiar figure sitting beside his hospital bed.
"C'mon dude," Sam coaxed kindly; "the doc says if you can eat this ice-cream, you can come out."
He watched as Dean shakily kneaded his throat, his nauseously grey face crumpling into a grimace of agony.
"It's chocolate, your favourite," Sam continued hopefully.
Dean scowled in sulky frustration; the soft brown scoop in the bowl may as well have been a pile of razor-blades.
Stupid freakin' doctor, what the hell would he know about tonsillectomies?