Title: Fallen
Author: Enkidu07
Disclaimer: The boys do not belong to me.
Challenge Word: Pry
A/N: If any of you are actually suffering from Swine Flu, no offense intended. And, if you want, I can send Dean by to run his palm across your forehead, tsk quietly, and then pull you in close until you feel better.

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Summary: Dean's pretty sure it's Swine Flu.

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Dean watches Sam's blunt thumb pry the cap from the bottle of ibuprofen.

The wall clock buzzes monotonously. A shutter keeps a regular rhythm on the side of the motel. Rain pelts the windows. The air is sticky.

Sam grunts, still struggling with the cap. Dean feels a bead of sweat drip down his back under his shirt.

He tilts to the side. His eyes never leave Sam's thumb.

"Here." Finally. Three pills drop into his palm. He blinks at them slowly.

Hands pull him dizzily up.

"Must be swine flu." Dean mumbles.

Sam snorts, shakes his head. "Just drink."

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end.