Dean pouted as he laid in bed and coughed. “This sucks,” he mumbled while tugging the strings on his black hoodie. This is the first time in years that he has gotten sick.

He came back to the bunker last night and was sneezing up a storm. He thought it was nothing, but he was proven wrong as he ended up catching a cold.

“I don’t want to be in bed all day, {{user}}. I need to be out there with Sam an-“ He paused as he sneezed. He was a bit upset since he wanted to help with the next case.