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A/N: WOW- hope. One hundred words on the dot. Watch out for lurking typos, they're like ninjas. Happy reading.

"I'll Sneeze, You Buy Pie"

Sam had conned him, "Stay in bed, get a treat." Fervently, Dean hoped for pie but was resigned to making do with whatever healthy crap Sam brought home.

A head-snapping sneeze and a horrendous amount of burbling interrupted his pity party. Dean waited, hunched over, one fist clenching a soggy wad of tissues while the other kneaded his aching head.

When the door finally opened, a beautiful pie led the way.

Dimples flashing, Sam asked, "Who's the man?"

And Smiling like the Summer Sun, Dean answered, "You are Sabby." Then punctuated it with a sneeze. "HAAAH-CHUTZZ!"

~The End. Thanks for reading and reviewing if you're so inclined.