i’m totally gonna’ take this like ‘dog dean afternoon’ ;) hope you don’t mind.
slight warning: turns slightly nsfw toward the end. (i am an awful person.)
“This is all your fault!” Dean exclaimed. In a matter of seconds from drinking Sam’s incorrect potion, Dean had managed to perch himself on the highest counter in the motel, his legs folded perfectly beneath him and his knuckles white around the edge.
Sam offered no sympathies and grinned. “Well, I was the one who was supposed to drink it. You were the one who proclaimed, ‘I need a drink!’ and then took the first glass you saw. While I was still working on it. I don’t know Dean, I think you brought this one on yourself.”
Dean hissed, dammit, hissed, and straightened his back in frustration. At that moment, a sharp sneeze ripped from his nose. Dean sniffed miserably and wiped his nose with his sleeve.
“Benny better get back with the meds or so help me God…” Dean swore.