blahcakes...and fic

[unamaga]

Today sucks already! And it's only nine-thirty in the morning, woohoo! Dear Helluary, feel free to stop sucking any time now, kthnxbai. Here's a list. Thing.

1. My computer monitor has apparently blacked out. There's no light. I can see what's up on the screen if I squint really really hard and shine a light directly on it, but otherwise it's a total no-go. I have no idea what even happened, because I turned it off last night and it was still working perfectly fine. Gyah, technology!


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2. Does anyone have a recipe for pasta? Not, like, Alfredo or marinara or anything common like that, but fun. Marsala? A personal favorite? Lay it on me, babies! I'm makin' lunch today!



3. So, Helluary is coming to a close - thank god. I made a fluffly little ficlet to celebrate this. With frosting on top. GROUP HUG, FLIST. :D
   
   Achoo [PG] ~500
   Sam, Dean - gen silliness
   
   
   
   

   Dean hates being sick.
   
   He’s got an awesome immune system most of the time, and it keeps the germs at bay well enough. But, man, when the bastards get by him, it’s like his body just gives the fuck up and he’s miserable for weeks. Take me! Dean deliriously imagines his little blood cells saying. Take me, I’m yours!
   
   So, yeah, when he comes down with a cold in mid-February, right as Sam and he are about to bust some serious ass up in Michigan, he hates it. His nose won’t stop running, his eyes are mostly swollen shut with gross crusty stuff, his throat is raw, and swallowing hurts like a bitch. But that’s not the worst part, oh no. The worst part is the way Sam starts acting like Dean is five or something.
   
   Dean, do you need anything? Dean, let me make you some soup. Dean, you shouldn’t be up, get back in bed. Dean, I’ll open that jar. Dean, can I brush your hair, Dean? It’s enough to have nausea turning his stomach over – although, ok, that might have been the beef taco. Bad idea.
   
   But the main problem he has with Sam’s mother hen act is how protective he is. Dean still wants to take out the wendigo that’s been chowing down on Ottawa National Park tourists, but Sam keeps going on about Dean’s health and how it wouldn’t be safe. Dean wants to punch him in the teeth, and then maybe kick him in the shin.
   
   “Sam, I’m perfectly capable, see? This is me, holding a gun steady,” Dean says, holding a gun steady in one hand.
   
   Sam looks affronted. “Dean, put that away, you should be lying down.”
   
   Dean makes a wordless sound of pure frustration and flops back onto the stack of pillows behind him. All of his mucus shifts from one sinus to the other and – goddamnit.
   
   “Here, take it,” he says miserably, holding the gun out to Sam. “Take it and shoot me in the head because I think there’s an alien inside my nose that’s about to burst out and take over the world.”
   
   Sam frowns and wraps one of his Sasquatch hands around the butt of the gun, taking it. Dean closes his eyes and waits, grateful Sam’s seen the light. It’s for the good of all, really. He waits a full five minutes before opening his eyes to see why the hell something isn’t happening.
   
   “Sammy,” he whines, because of course Sam’s sitting on the other bed, propped up against the headboard with a book open in his lap. He looks over at Dean, arching an eyebrow. “You were s’posed to shoot me.”
   
   “I’m not gonna shoot you, Dean,” Sam says calmly. He’s so the worst little brother ever. “Do you want a nutritious vitamin shake?”
   
   “I hate you,” Dean says. “You’re so the worst little brother ever.”
   
   Sam grins, like Dean hasn’t just delivered the most horrible insult known to man, and sends Dean an affectionate look. “Love you too, man.”

Comments

[undecipherable.livejournal.com]

XD "Why, you sure are a strong and healthy virus, sir." *small smile*

For they are ladies and make you do all the work.

INSIDE DEAN IS A LADY! *glee*

I took a nap. *snuggles*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Hahahaha!!! Sam always knew Dean had a softer side. *giggling*

Aww, you must be all sleep-rumpled and sweet and awwww. I cuddle you more.

[undecipherable.livejournal.com]

*laughs* This is crazy in my head. I'm sure that his little blood cells beat the weaker viruses with parasols, and kick them with heeled boots.

If only Sam knew.

I most likely am. I'm going to be rumpled and crazy looking until I take a shower. *rubs face on you*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Hahahaha!! And when the virus finally whimpers and gives up, the blood cells all pick up their skirts and do the can-can. BECAUSE THEY CAN CAN CAN.

That's so sweet and adorable and I want to smish you. *kisses instead*

[undecipherable.livejournal.com]

*laughs* They have a special can-can just for beating up weak viruses. And they sing songs, I bet. XD

*wraps arms around your neck*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*whimpers* no fair using that icon. *climbs into your lap*

[undecipherable.livejournal.com]

*grins* I'm a cheat, yes. *pets you*