Sick.

Gotta ove making Emmy ill... Okay now I feel bad. Oh well, enjoy!

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Another sneeze rattled through the darkness. Past the rhythmic hum of the Impala, past the stereo’s quiet drone and past the gentle breathing of the car’s inhabitants. Sam Winchester clutched the steering wheel of his brother’s car and glanced into the backseat. A pair of large blue eyes, slightly red rimed from lack of sleep greeted his gaze.

“You still sick, Emmy?” he asked quietly, his voice slightly hoarse from disuse.

The brunette nodded at him, sniffing loudly a few times to complete the effect.

“We should have stopped for some medicine at that garage.” Sam continued, returning his eyes to the dark road.

“Don’t want to spoil Lauren’s fun. Did you know that cold germs can survive for up to three hours outside the nasal passage?” Emmy muttered, sounding slightly repulsed.

Sam chuckled lightly, “That and it’s pretty funny watching Dean run in the other direction when you come near him.”

“Yeah...” Emmy paused slightly, thinking about her next words. “Is the Dean Winchester afraid of catching man flu?”

Sam laughed again, louder this time. Emmy could see through the darkness of the car his large shoulders moving up and down convulsively. “I guess he is,” he said after his laughs had quietened.

Emmy again paused in thought. “And you’re not?”

It was Sam’s turn to pause; he risked a glance into the backseat again. Emmy’s eyes were gleaming mischievously, the corners of her mouth twisted up into a smile.

“Don’t you dare!” He hissed as loudly as he dared. In the seat next to him Dean groaned a little and shifted his shoulders into a more comfortable position. He had shifted to look into the backseat of the Impala at the wrong time. A loud rattling cough came from Emmy, shaking her entire petite frame. She covered her mouth with both her hands a fraction of a second too late and Sam instinctively knew Dean was going to wake up tomorrow with one hell of a cold.

A few moments were passed in silence before Emmy, using her infamous nonchalant voice, spoke; “We should have stopped for some medicine at that garage.”

Sam grumbled to himself. They didn’t need to stop for medicine, they needed to stop for earplugs... and horse tranquiliser. Dean Winchester with man flu. He’d take a demon over that any day.