June 7th, 2014

nyah, Raja

I hate cough drops myself.

TITLE: Not Exactly Medicinal
CHARACTERS: Sam and Dean
WARNINGS: None, except perhaps that this is really not a valid treatment plan.
WORDS: 100

Sam winced as his older brother launched into another fit of dry, barking coughs. It hurt him just to listen, so he couldn’t imagine what it was like for Dean! He fished a roll of cough drops out of his bag and tossed them to Dean.

“What are these?” Dean asked hoarsely, eying the cough drops with disdain.

“Your coughing is distracting me from the research. Take one.”


“Why not?”

“They’re nasty.”

“These are the herbal kind.”

“Nasty,” Dean repeated.

“Well, you need something!


Sam rolled his eyes. The occasional slurp from Dean’s milkshake was at least less annoying.
nyah, Raja

Someday I will write a Wee!chester crossover, but today is not that day.

TITLE: Take Your Medicine
CHARACTERS: Sam and Dean
SPOILERS: Up to mid-season eight for location, and one for Collapse ).
WORDS: 100

Dean huddled in his room in the bunker under a cozy blanket, shivering miserably.

“Take some medicine, Dean!” Sam pleaded.

“Don’t wanna...”

“You’ll feel better.”

“Know what I really want?”

“What?” Sam had already tried making him soup. It had gone...poorly.

“Bring me some hunter’s helper?”

Sam left and returned with a large tablespoon in hand. “You only get a spoonful, and then you have to take a nap.”

Dean sniffed the liquid in the spoon before reluctantly swallowing it.

“Mmm... Whiskey.”

Sam waited until he was asleep to put Mary Poppins’ medicine bottle back where he’d found it.
alastair dean

DEW: Not the Good Stuff

Title: Not the Good Stuff.
Characters: Dean, Sam, Impala
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Word count: 100
Summary:  Sometimes you have to settle for not getting the good stuff.  But you don't have to like it.
Written for the spn_bigpretzel drabble every weekend challenge for the prompts Dean and medicine.

“Look, you gotta work with me. I know it’s not the good stuff, but it’s all I’ve got right now. How’m I going to fix you up if you won’t take your medicine?”

“It’s motor oil not medicine, Dean. Just pour it in and when we get to the next gas station we’ll get some high grade.”

“She’s spitting it out, Sammy.” Dean half turns his back on Sam and screws the oil cap on, cutting off the burbling flow of liquid. “Look, baby, I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again. Forgive me?”

The engine purrs when he turns the key.