Okay, so when the drabble challenge word of 'skunk' was announced, and then my first and immediate thought drifted to Dean's armpit, I just knew in that moment that my poor twisted, addled and warped mind was beyond help!
FRESH AS A DAISY
Genre Hurt Comfort
Word Count approx 100
Dean's welcome recovery from a raging fever has some less than welcome side effects …
Disclaimer: I don't own them, just love them.
Gluey green eyes flutter open to see Sam; face alight with relief; glass of water in hand.
"S'mmy?" Dean grimaces; voice caustic in his throat.
Sam gently squeezes a sweat-soaked shoulder. "Hey dude!"
"Wha' *snuck* h-happened?"
"You were out, bro'; pukin', sneezin', temp of 104, hallucinations, the works ..." Sam murmurs; "... scared the crap outta me, dude!"
Dean sneezes into his elbow; clammy hand reaches up for the water.
"Woah..." both brothers recoil, noses wrinkling in disgust.
"Ew, that's nasty;" Dean gasps, "when did a friggin' skunk die in my armpit?"
Sam didn't care. He'd take a stinky brother over no brother any day ...