A/N: Apa? Jangan protes. Saya lagi belajar Bahasa Inggris.
FEVERISH DEAN IS FUN TO PLAY WITH
"Saaaamm!!"
Sam came out from bathroom only wearing a towel over his waist, his eyes widen with panic.
"What is it Dean?" he asked, crossing the small motel room in three long strides and sat down beside his flushed, upset looking brother.
"The bear!" Dean answered, pointed at an empty chair across the room. Sam put his hand over his brother's temple to check on his fever. Damn it still high.
"Bear? What bear?"
"The.. the bear from that little girl's house! It came here with a Tea Party set and wants me to play with it!" Dean whined and Sam surely would tease his brother to no end, later when he was sobered enough.
"There's no bear, Dean. It's just your fever plays a trick," Sam explained patiently, while on the back of his mind he quietly admitted a huge, living and talking teddy bear could make a man traumatized.
"No, Sammy it's there, don't you see? It keeps talk to me. Can you make it go away Sammy, please?"
His brother sounded so young and scared Sam didn't have heart to refuse his plea. He cleared his throat, looked at the empty chair while pushing away all the thoughts that he was about to do the foulest thing of the year, and said, "uh, Bear? Can you go home, please? My brother is sick he needs to sleep, he can't join you in... uh, Tea Party."
He waited when Dean's fevered gaze travelled from the chair to the door, then smiled as his brother sighed in relief. "Thanks, Sammy."
"You're welcome, Dean."
Sam came out from bathroom only wearing a towel over his waist, his eyes widen with panic.
"What is it Dean?" he asked, crossing the small motel room in three long strides and sat down beside his flushed, upset looking brother.
"The bear!" Dean answered, pointed at an empty chair across the room. Sam put his hand over his brother's temple to check on his fever. Damn it still high.
"Bear? What bear?"
"The.. the bear from that little girl's house! It came here with a Tea Party set and wants me to play with it!" Dean whined and Sam surely would tease his brother to no end, later when he was sobered enough.
"There's no bear, Dean. It's just your fever plays a trick," Sam explained patiently, while on the back of his mind he quietly admitted a huge, living and talking teddy bear could make a man traumatized.
"No, Sammy it's there, don't you see? It keeps talk to me. Can you make it go away Sammy, please?"
His brother sounded so young and scared Sam didn't have heart to refuse his plea. He cleared his throat, looked at the empty chair while pushing away all the thoughts that he was about to do the foulest thing of the year, and said, "uh, Bear? Can you go home, please? My brother is sick he needs to sleep, he can't join you in... uh, Tea Party."
He waited when Dean's fevered gaze travelled from the chair to the door, then smiled as his brother sighed in relief. "Thanks, Sammy."
"You're welcome, Dean."
