A/N: Happy New Year guys!


"Hrrr-XSH! Hrr-XXSHH! Hh-hh-HR-XXTSHSH!"

"Wow." Sam watches Dean wipe his hand on his pants. "Gesundheit."

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"Huh... hh-HUH... hh-hh-hih-HJJSSHSHSH!"

The credit card application forms flutter to the ground.

:::

"You gonna eat that?"

"HH-hhhh. HH-HIH-huhhhh."

"Ground control to Major Tom."

"HGKCHuhhh."

:::

"Here you go, Sneezy."

"Ahh... ah-HASHSHUH!"

"Ouch." Sam puts the tissue box on the arm of the couch. "Should I notify your next of kin?"

Dean's eyes are watery with unsneezed sneezes. His red nose quivers. "Igh... ih-HEH... hh-hh-hhhhh."

"This is epic."

He blows his nose with the sound of six cans of whipped cream being discharged.

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"Just keep this in your mouth for thirty seconds, okay? Just thirty seconds."

"HHHHH-HRXXTCHHCHOOOO!"

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Dean glowers.

"America's Funniest Home Videos, dude. Cash prizes."

He sprays Sam's phone.

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"Man. You're a total Nyquil lightweight."

"DDSHH!"

"That's it. In you go."

"Hah..."

"Nighty-night, man."

"Hg-KSH!"

"Bless you. Let go of me now."

"Hh... heh..."

"Whoa. Chilly much, Burrowy Mole Guy?"

"Ah-KGHHTCHoo! HH-TCHH-XXSHSHHH!"

"All right, you win. Move over. Guess a day of that'll take it out of you, huh?"

Flushed and shivering, glassy-eyed with medicine, Dean pokes his red nose into Sam's belly and falls asleep in his arms.


Prompt: Dean is worn out from sneezing and falls asleep in Sam's arms.