Fic: A truly terrible year.
Jul. 17th, 2012 03:51 pmTitle: A truly terrible year
Author: marieincolour
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Spoilers: Slight spoilers season 6/later.
Word count: 3125
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters.
Prompt: "After having four colds in as many months, Dean ends up in the hospital with a bad flu and/or pneumonia. Bonus angstyness, if you can make it fit: As if this isn’t bad enough, a doctor there suggests Dean should be on medication for depression." by anonymous over on the Dean-focused h/c comment-fic meme #6
Summary: Four months, four colds and a truly terrible year for both our boys.
A/N: I don't have a job this summer, so it falls to SPN fanfiction to keep me entertained. Also, there's an insane amount of tags that could possibly go on this, so apologies if I got it wrong. x)
Dean is really not having a good year, and Sam gets that. He totally does. It's just.. He hasn't had a very good year, either, and he still feels like he's holding onto his sanity with the kind of grip you have when your friend is hanging over the edge of a cliff and your hands are sweaty.
Author: marieincolour
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Spoilers: Slight spoilers season 6/later.
Word count: 3125
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters.
Prompt: "After having four colds in as many months, Dean ends up in the hospital with a bad flu and/or pneumonia. Bonus angstyness, if you can make it fit: As if this isn’t bad enough, a doctor there suggests Dean should be on medication for depression." by anonymous over on the Dean-focused h/c comment-fic meme #6
Summary: Four months, four colds and a truly terrible year for both our boys.
A/N: I don't have a job this summer, so it falls to SPN fanfiction to keep me entertained. Also, there's an insane amount of tags that could possibly go on this, so apologies if I got it wrong. x)
Dean is really not having a good year, and Sam gets that. He totally does. It's just.. He hasn't had a very good year, either, and he still feels like he's holding onto his sanity with the kind of grip you have when your friend is hanging over the edge of a cliff and your hands are sweaty.