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Dean coughs himself awake for the third time that night and clutches the ragged-edged blanket tighter as he struggles for air. The couch is lumpy and sags in the middle and isn't comfortable at all, but Dean's sleeping on it anyway because he doesn't want to keep Sam awake all night with his coughing when Sam has to go to school in the morning. He wipes the sweat off his face with the sleeve of his pajama shirt and turns on his side. He's cold, achy, dizzy, and just plain miserable. God, the flu sucks.
He must doze off then, because he wakes up to an insistent tugging on his shirt. He turns around to see Sam standing next to the couch with a chipped mug in one hand. "Here."
Dean accepts the mug and wraps both hands around it, savoring the warmth. "What's this?" he asks hoarsely.
"Tea. With honey." Sam shrugs. "I could hear you coughing all the way from my room. With the door closed." He sounds so scandalized that Dean almost has to laugh
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He must doze off then, because he wakes up to an insistent tugging on his shirt. He turns around to see Sam standing next to the couch with a chipped mug in one hand. "Here."
Dean accepts the mug and wraps both hands around it, savoring the warmth. "What's this?" he asks hoarsely.
"Tea. With honey." Sam shrugs. "I could hear you coughing all the way from my room. With the door closed." He sounds so scandalized that Dean almost has to laugh ( ... )
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"I didn't," Sam replies indignantly. "I used the microwave."
hehe. ♥
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