Title: Residual
Author:
mad_serverRating: R, for language
Characters: Dean
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Dean goes digging in Bobby's shed.
A/N: For
hansons_angel, who gave Dean a head cold ON TOP of pneumonia in her fic
Clinic.
Disclaimer: That happiness is not mine.
It's coming off the tarp in fucking clouds.
"HASSHHuh! HitCHCHHHHH!"
He stumbles back, into something that clatters and falls, kicking up more.
"HHAKHHHuh! HAAh... huhhhTCHTCHCHH! HISHSHSHSSH!"
His hand shoots out, finds - a garden hose? He barks a shin; the nozzle smacks him in the forehead.
"CCHHCHCHdgghf! Sud of a bitch!"
Dean wipes his streaming eyes, blows his nose in a napkin. The dust settles, and he peers through the gloom at his prize... approaches, reverent.
"Bobby, you sly fox."
He strokes the chrome on Bobby's old motorcycle.
"Well, ain't you somethin'. Name's Dean..."
With one last sneeze, he straddles her.
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