By: Karen B.
Summary: E/O 100-word challenge. Word: Flu
Disclaimer: Not the owner
"Dean." Sam came around with a grimace of pain, eyes distant.
"Hey, hey, right here." Dean laid a hand to Sam's chest, but didn't rub.
"Hurts bad," Sam groaned.
"Of course it hurts bad, you idiot. This isn't the flu, bitch bit you. You're lucky you're not pissing antifreeze, sprouting a monkey's tail, or growing glow-in-the-dark boobs."
"Or vomiting green slim," Sam chuckled.
Dean raised a brow. "Don't laugh, dude, that one's true. Here." Dean put a glass of brown liquid to Sam's lips. "You need to drink this."
"Say's your big brother."
Sam did as Dean said.