Alright, so this is just a short drabble on the boys being sick. Not a big deal just something I had laying around and wanted to get it out. [:

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You make me sick

"See, it wasn't that-" But Sam had to cut himself off as he noticed his brother had already fallen asleep. So much for watching a movie. If it wasn't porn, Dean wasn't interested. Okay, that was kind of a lie. Dean really liked old horror movies, like ones in black and white with the cheesy special effects with Bela Lugosi or Lon Chaney starring as some monster. Sam had to admit, he actually liked those too. They'd both started out watching some movie called Slumdog Millionaire with minimal complaints from Dean. The movie, Sam thought, hadn't been too bad. He'd have to ride Dean later about the fact he'd fallen asleep maybe half way through it, if his light snoring was any indication. Pressing the power button on the remote, he watched as the screen flicked off before he slid down his bed, head finally hitting the pillows. He sneezed once, twice, and one final time before sleep took over.

"Dude, stop."
"What?"
"Coughing."
Sam shot his older brother a look. "Because I have control over that."
"You do. So, stop."
"Quit being such a baby. There's just, something in my throat, or something."
"Yeah, right. You say that now but the next thing you know I'm rushing you to the hospital 'cause you're barfing like the chick on The Exorcist."
Sam raised his eyes to the roof of the Impala. It was amazing how they'd faced some pretty terrifying things, but Dean was still afraid of getting sick. Despite some near death experiences, the man had always had a clean bill of health. It was kind of amazing, the freak. "Dude, you're so weird. "
"Shut up," Dean shot back.

"You used to rock me to sleep?"
Dean looked at Sam like he had just asked him if werewolves existed. "Yeah, dude. You used to get so sick that it was the only way I'd get you to sleep."
"Uh, why didn't you just give me Nyquil?" he asked, knowing it should have occurred to his older brother.
"Because we had to be ready to go at a moments notice, you know dad. And with Nyquil we'd have no chance of getting you out fast."
Silence filled the motel room. Well, no, silence would have filled the motel room if Sam would have stopped coughing.
"Hey Sammy?"
"Yeah?"
"Want me to rock you?" A pillow landed on his chest and Dean laughed. "Hey, just trying to help you out."

Sam laughed as Dean attempted to sit up. "You alright there? Do I need to rock you?"
Dean sent, what he hoped looked like, a death glare in his brother's direction. "Dude, as soon as the room stops spinning, I'm kickin' your ass."

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