Sam feels another sneeze working its way up just as Dean pulls the car into the library parking lot. The sneezes come one after the other and so fast that Sam has a difficult time finding time to breathe and when they finally seem to be done, he’s nearly hyperventilating, trying to reoxygenate his lungs
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Once inside the quiet building, he sneezes loudly yet again, causing the little, old librarian behind the counter to look up at him with an annoyed glare and a bring finger to her wrinkled lips, effectively shushing him and reminding him to keep it down while people try to read
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Oh, poor Sammy! Bees fucking terrify me, I can't imagine what it would be like to have a reaction to them. I love the panic when he can't figure out what's happening to him. And it's a little thing, but I love when Dean sits down on the bed with him at the end. I don't know why, but that always strikes me as the cutest thing ever.
And not even Dean can escape the evilness of spring allergies! :D
Thanks for the awesome prompt! It was fun to write and put Sam through the same torture of spring allergies that I'm going through right now. (I'm just really glad I don't have an allergy to bees -- we've got a ton of them flying around our place lately.)
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And not even Dean can escape the evilness of spring allergies! :D
Great job!
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