Two unrelated and un-plot-encumbered sick Dean drabbles
One's a coda to 5.22 so SPOILER WARNING, with cuddles and tears and sneeziness. The other's some intestinal library-related badness for almost-birthday-girl NT.
Sniffles in her ear, a shaking warmth.
"You're safe now. It's all over."
He chokes and shudders against her. New tears soak her neck.
"It's OK, babe."
A motorcycle roars by outside. The phone rings six times.
He gets heavy all at once. "Come to bed." She coaxes him toward the stairs, rubs his side.
He nudges her, pulls free and sneezes desperately into the wall. He sighs, then swipes the paint with one sleeve and his red, gooey face with the other. The cough sounds bad.
"Sweetie, c'mere."
Despite the yogic breathing he's up until Wednesday.
Then he's down.
Dean pulls over and shucks off his coat.
Sam glances at him, out past him at buildings and blowing snowflakes. "Are --"
"Think I'm gonna blow." Dean kneads his abdomen and drops his forehead to the steering wheel. "Mmmhhh."
"What?" Sam spots it out the window. "Uh. Library. C'mon."
"Fall on m'face." Dean's paper white.
"No, you're good."
Sam bundles him in, past mid-morning story time to the bathrooms.
"If I die come find me. Come find me anyway."
"I'll be right back, OK?"
Sam shuts the door, pushes snow from his hair and corners a bug-eyed student. "Where's the hospital?"
Sniffles in her ear, a shaking warmth.
"You're safe now. It's all over."
He chokes and shudders against her. New tears soak her neck.
"It's OK, babe."
A motorcycle roars by outside. The phone rings six times.
He gets heavy all at once. "Come to bed." She coaxes him toward the stairs, rubs his side.
He nudges her, pulls free and sneezes desperately into the wall. He sighs, then swipes the paint with one sleeve and his red, gooey face with the other. The cough sounds bad.
"Sweetie, c'mere."
Despite the yogic breathing he's up until Wednesday.
Then he's down.
Dean pulls over and shucks off his coat.
Sam glances at him, out past him at buildings and blowing snowflakes. "Are --"
"Think I'm gonna blow." Dean kneads his abdomen and drops his forehead to the steering wheel. "Mmmhhh."
"What?" Sam spots it out the window. "Uh. Library. C'mon."
"Fall on m'face." Dean's paper white.
"No, you're good."
Sam bundles him in, past mid-morning story time to the bathrooms.
"If I die come find me. Come find me anyway."
"I'll be right back, OK?"
Sam shuts the door, pushes snow from his hair and corners a bug-eyed student. "Where's the hospital?"