Rating: PG-13 for non-recreational drug use
Characters: Dean & Sam (pre-slash depending on how you squint)
Word Count: 1,557
Disclaimer: If I owned it, it'd be a hell of a lot happier.
Summary: Written for the following prompt on hoodie_time: It’s Christmas Evening or Dean’s birthday. Dean’s legs are stiff, his ribs hurt and the cut in his back stings and he sneezes. He takes a shower, swallows some painkillers and goes to bed. When Sam arrives he wants to make sure that Dean’s okay but maybe Dean didn’t count how many pills he took. Dean can’t understand why Sam’s poking him and doesn’t let him alone. Also, I am ALWAYS happy when Sam feeds Dean.
A/N: This is unbetaed and written quickly this evening because I wanted to contribute something to the winter/holiday meme on hoodie_time. Feel free to point out any glaring mistakes, and I'll correct them. :)
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