Birthday fic (SPN)
Birthday ficlet for shibbyfangirl! And on time! It's a birthday miracle!
She asked for wee!chester fic. So here it is!
Title: Chicken Noodle Soup
Author: alphabet26
Pairings/Characters: Dean, Sam
Rating: G
Category: Gen
Word Count: 532
Spoilers: Pre-series, no spoilers
Summary: Dean's feeling a bit under the weather, so Sammy takes care of him.
Notes/Warnings: Happy birthday, shibbyfangirl!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
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Whenever Sammy was especially noisy, that was when he was trying to be quiet. Tripping, dropping things, doors slamming--those were all signs of a Sammy trying to be considerate and quiet. Why he couldn't just grab a book and sit in a chair reading to himself, like he did when he wasn't trying to be quiet, Dean didn't know.
"You okay?" he tried to call, but his throat ached and he couldn't speak very loudly.
Sammy must have heard him because he stomped over. "You're awake."
"Yeah." Dean coughed. "What time is it?"
Sammy glanced at his watch. "8:16."
"Oh, God. Really?" Dean played it back in his head. He and Sammy'd walked home from school, Sammy got out his homework, Dean sat on the couch to watch some TV, and...
And now it was 8:16 and the TV was off and he had a blanket draped over him. He grinned a little. Sammy was a decent brother sometimes. He sat up but had to hold onto the couch when the dizziness hit him. "Okay," he said and eased back down.
Sammy was watching him with a frown. "Are you hungry?"
"What?"
"I made soup. Because you're sick. And you should have chicken noodle soup when you're sick."
"You made soup? Really?"
"Yeah, it's easy."
"Well, okay. Thanks."
Sammy went into the kitchen, walking normally now, Dean noticed, and came back with a large bowl, almost completely full of soup. He set it carefully on the rickety table in front of the couch.
"Dude, Sammy, is this the whole can?"
Sammy shook his head. "Two. I didn't know how much to make."
Dean started to laugh, but it turned into another coughing fit. He sat up slowly this time and had no issues. "Well, thanks." He started slurping. "Hey, it's pretty good. What did you eat for dinner?"
"Marshmallows."
Dean looked at him. Sammy looked innocently back.
Dean sighed. "Get another bowl, doofus. We'll share the soup."
Sammy shrugged. "Okay."
Dean took another large sip of the soup to bring the level down and then poured half of it into Sammy's bowl. "You finish your homework?"
"Yeah, it was easy. Guess what. I can tell time now. With the big hand and little hand."
Dean nodded. "Yeah? That's pretty good."
"Thanks."
"So when I say you have to go to bed at 8:30..."
Sammy looked at the clock. "The little hand is in between the 8 and 9 and the big hand is on the 6. But that's, like, five minutes. Come on. Let's watch TV."
"It's a school night."
Sammy did that puppy-dog thing. "Please?"
Dean sighed. "You can stay up until Dad gets home."
"Awesome!" Sammy snuggled under the blanket.
"Dude! Your feet are cold!"
"Sorry."
Dean changed the channel to Nick at Nite. "Cool, Get Smart."
Despite his protestations, Sammy fell asleep before the show was half over. Dean made it through the rest of the show and most of Dragnet but dozed off before finding out the results of that trial. He woke up again to find Dad carrying Sammy to the bed. "Hey, Dad," he murmured.
"Hey, Dean," Dad answered. "You gonna sleep on the couch tonight, son?"
"Yeah, 'm good."
"Okay, goodnight."
"'Night, Dad."
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If you'd like a birthday fic (and don't mind it possibly being weeks late!) request one here!
She asked for wee!chester fic. So here it is!
Title: Chicken Noodle Soup
Author: alphabet26
Pairings/Characters: Dean, Sam
Rating: G
Category: Gen
Word Count: 532
Spoilers: Pre-series, no spoilers
Summary: Dean's feeling a bit under the weather, so Sammy takes care of him.
Notes/Warnings: Happy birthday, shibbyfangirl!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
***
Whenever Sammy was especially noisy, that was when he was trying to be quiet. Tripping, dropping things, doors slamming--those were all signs of a Sammy trying to be considerate and quiet. Why he couldn't just grab a book and sit in a chair reading to himself, like he did when he wasn't trying to be quiet, Dean didn't know.
"You okay?" he tried to call, but his throat ached and he couldn't speak very loudly.
Sammy must have heard him because he stomped over. "You're awake."
"Yeah." Dean coughed. "What time is it?"
Sammy glanced at his watch. "8:16."
"Oh, God. Really?" Dean played it back in his head. He and Sammy'd walked home from school, Sammy got out his homework, Dean sat on the couch to watch some TV, and...
And now it was 8:16 and the TV was off and he had a blanket draped over him. He grinned a little. Sammy was a decent brother sometimes. He sat up but had to hold onto the couch when the dizziness hit him. "Okay," he said and eased back down.
Sammy was watching him with a frown. "Are you hungry?"
"What?"
"I made soup. Because you're sick. And you should have chicken noodle soup when you're sick."
"You made soup? Really?"
"Yeah, it's easy."
"Well, okay. Thanks."
Sammy went into the kitchen, walking normally now, Dean noticed, and came back with a large bowl, almost completely full of soup. He set it carefully on the rickety table in front of the couch.
"Dude, Sammy, is this the whole can?"
Sammy shook his head. "Two. I didn't know how much to make."
Dean started to laugh, but it turned into another coughing fit. He sat up slowly this time and had no issues. "Well, thanks." He started slurping. "Hey, it's pretty good. What did you eat for dinner?"
"Marshmallows."
Dean looked at him. Sammy looked innocently back.
Dean sighed. "Get another bowl, doofus. We'll share the soup."
Sammy shrugged. "Okay."
Dean took another large sip of the soup to bring the level down and then poured half of it into Sammy's bowl. "You finish your homework?"
"Yeah, it was easy. Guess what. I can tell time now. With the big hand and little hand."
Dean nodded. "Yeah? That's pretty good."
"Thanks."
"So when I say you have to go to bed at 8:30..."
Sammy looked at the clock. "The little hand is in between the 8 and 9 and the big hand is on the 6. But that's, like, five minutes. Come on. Let's watch TV."
"It's a school night."
Sammy did that puppy-dog thing. "Please?"
Dean sighed. "You can stay up until Dad gets home."
"Awesome!" Sammy snuggled under the blanket.
"Dude! Your feet are cold!"
"Sorry."
Dean changed the channel to Nick at Nite. "Cool, Get Smart."
Despite his protestations, Sammy fell asleep before the show was half over. Dean made it through the rest of the show and most of Dragnet but dozed off before finding out the results of that trial. He woke up again to find Dad carrying Sammy to the bed. "Hey, Dad," he murmured.
"Hey, Dean," Dad answered. "You gonna sleep on the couch tonight, son?"
"Yeah, 'm good."
"Okay, goodnight."
"'Night, Dad."
***
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