"Dean, you're so not helping here!"
"Wwwhy'ssssaad?" Dean looked stupidly at his brother, pupils blown, eyes glazed-over.
"For one, you could take some of your own weight here, man," Sam admonished, getting a better hold on the arm slung over his shoulder. "You don't want me to lift you up and carry you..."
The imminent threat provoked a horrified shriek from the older Winchester. Sam actually found it quite endearing, despite their situation.
"Hey, wasn't me who annoyed the spirit of friggin' back forest-nowhere!"
"Ffffkk dry-" Dean groused.
"Maybe you shouldn't have called the dryad 'bio hazard' then."
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Response to the Drabble Challenge by Enkidu07 and Onyx Moonbeam on FanFiction.net
Prompt 2: Work in a delirious, delusional, dopey or drowsy Dean
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A/N: My gratitude goes out to my awesome beta twinchaosblade who makes sense of my stuff, even if I don't.