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[freakytwinthing.livejournal.com]

Awww, crap. I don't feel good.

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[futurehellgod.livejournal.com]

You okay? *Offers the tea his aunt made him for his cough* Looks like you need it more

[freakytwinthing.livejournal.com]

Maybe, but I can make my own. Thanks, though.

[futurehellgod.livejournal.com]

*Shrugs a little* Okay, you should sit down too though

[freakytwinthing.livejournal.com]

...yeah, probably. I've got some work to do, though.

[futurehellgod.livejournal.com]

A hunt? You're in no condition to do one. I know us Winchesters are stubborn, but you look like hell.

[visionsandvodka.livejournal.com]

*Appears wearing a gas mask holding (with the largest pair of oven mits in the house) a bowl of chicken soup.*

[freakytwinthing.livejournal.com]

[Would glare, but omg soup] Are you really that scared of getting sick?

[visionsandvodka.livejournal.com]

I've had chicken pox three times. Clearly I have no immune system.

*Grace is in bed?*

((OMG Do you have swine flu for reals?))

[freakytwinthing.livejournal.com]

[Yes, she is.]

Three times? Wow, maybe you're on to something with that ridiculous mask.

[winchesterjerk.livejournal.com]

...

*dumps a bottle of paracetamol and another of water on her bedside, checking her forehead for fever, hand gentle, brushing up. Eyes, um. Wide and worried, but that's the only sign? Certain motions*

Hey.

[freakytwinthing.livejournal.com]

Hey, Dean. Be careful, I don't want to get you sick, too.

[winchesterjerk.livejournal.com]

I never get sick. ... that ghost thing don't count.

[freakytwinthing.livejournal.com]

Does too.

[futurehellgod.livejournal.com]

You okay? *Offers the tea his aunt made him for his cough* Looks like you need it more

[freakytwinthing.livejournal.com]

Maybe, but I can make my own. Thanks, though.

[futurehellgod.livejournal.com]

*Shrugs a little* Okay, you should sit down too though

[freakytwinthing.livejournal.com]

...yeah, probably. I've got some work to do, though.

[visionsandvodka.livejournal.com]

*Appears wearing a gas mask holding (with the largest pair of oven mits in the house) a bowl of chicken soup.*

[freakytwinthing.livejournal.com]

[Would glare, but omg soup] Are you really that scared of getting sick?

[visionsandvodka.livejournal.com]

I've had chicken pox three times. Clearly I have no immune system.

*Grace is in bed?*

((OMG Do you have swine flu for reals?))

[freakytwinthing.livejournal.com]

[Yes, she is.]

Three times? Wow, maybe you're on to something with that ridiculous mask.

[winchesterjerk.livejournal.com]

...

*dumps a bottle of paracetamol and another of water on her bedside, checking her forehead for fever, hand gentle, brushing up. Eyes, um. Wide and worried, but that's the only sign? Certain motions*

Hey.

[freakytwinthing.livejournal.com]

Hey, Dean. Be careful, I don't want to get you sick, too.

[winchesterjerk.livejournal.com]

I never get sick. ... that ghost thing don't count.

[freakytwinthing.livejournal.com]

Does too.