Of Little Brothers And Runny Noses, a Supernatural Comment Fic Meme
Title: Of Little Brothers And Runny Noses
Author: Lauehime
Rating: PG
Genre/pairing: H/C, Family, Gen
Characters: Sam, Dean
Word count: 943
Warnings: Hints of season 9
Summary: Written for tarotgal’s prompt “Dean can tell when Sam's coming down with something, because Sam gets clingy. They've got a whole bunker to spread out in... and Sam won't leave him alone for a second”
Disclaimer: The show belongs to Kripke.
A/N: Written for tarotgal’s comment fic meme. Check it out HERE.
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Dean can always tell when Sam gets sick. He knows even before the kid does. Sam doesn’t pay too much attention to the way his muscles start to hurt whenever he moves. He blames it on being awfully tall.
What Dean likes from the Bunker is the fact that it’s a vast place. They’ve never had something that big. At least now he can have his own room. He’s never really had that after the fire. That’s also what triggers his concern for his brother. Of all the rooms and space available, Sam has to stick to him wherever he goes. His little brother doesn’t even seem to have a clue. But Dean knows what’s coming.
They’re both sitting in the library when Dean stands up abruptly. Sam looks up immediately. His eyes are starting to look glassy.
“What are you doing?” he asks curiously. He seems to be keeping himself in his chair; otherwise he’d be up and by Dean’s side.
“Going out. Gotta pick a few things up. I’ll be right back” Dean assures. Sam suddenly looks like he’s worried. His safety is crumbling.
“Can I come?” he asks, his efforts to keep down flowing away as he stands up from his chair. It only confirms Dean’s suspicions.
“No, you should stay. I won’t be long” he offers. Sam doesn’t look convinced but he doesn’t see another option there.
Dean goes on a supply run. He gets tissues, antihistamines, tomato soup and apple juice. He knows once Sam starts feeling sick, his sensitive stomach won’t handle anything else and he wants to keep his brother fed and hydrated.
When he returns to the Bunker they’ve nicknamed the “Batcave”, Sam is waiting for him. His brother follows him everywhere while rambling about the last thing he’s read. His voice is already starting to sound scratchy.
“There has to be something, Dean… something we haven’t found but that contains all the answers”
Dean reaches the kitchen. Sam is still on his heels. “If Metatron used a spell, there is surely something that can reverse it” he explains. Dean only moans in response while sipping the coffee he just made himself. Mmhmm.
“Dean? Are you listening?”
“Yes, I am. I just didn’t think the bunker was that limited”
Sam frowns in confusion.
“Never mind” Dean says.
He goes to his room to drop the bag of supplies, but to his surprise Sam is still following him. Dean notices that his brother starts to rub his temples. It’s a matter of minutes before Sam realizes that he’s sick.
“Sam?”
Sam only groans in response. Yeah, he’s starting to figure it out. Dean thinks that Sam should be off research for the night. His brother won’t be productive anyway.
“You know that… that TV show you were talking to me about? Wanna watch it tonight? We could have beers and take it easy” he proposes. It’s easier for him to say than to state the obvious.
There’s a slight smile creeping up his brother’s lips. “I’m going to start the DVD” Sam announces as he starts towards his room.
Dean takes out a few painkillers and pours water in a glass. He’s got his tissues nearby as well. He walks into Sam’s room and hands his brother the pills and water.
“What’s that for?” Sam asks, puzzled.
“Your headache” Dean replies quickly. Sam’s eyes widen in surprise.
“How did you…?”
“You can’t hide anything from me. You’re getting sick” the eldest states.
“Am not” Sam mumbles.
“You so are! And you’re going to thank me”
Sam groans and sits on the bed. Dean sits down next to him. He wraps a blanket over them. Sam is silently thankful. He hadn’t even realized that he was shivering slightly.
They start watching the show. Sam reacts next to Dean. He has seen the episode already. “Oh, check this out!” he warns. Dean jumps in surprise.
“Dude, no spoiling! You better keep quiet or I’m out” Dean alerts with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Sorry” Sam mumbles. A few minutes later, he tenses up again and Dean is sure that Sam’s not going to be able to keep his promise. What comes next surprises him, but it doesn’t really.
Achooo Sam sneezes. Dean smiles in victory and grabs the box of tissues that he bought for that very purpose.
“Bless you” he teases. He’s biting his lips to keep from laughing.
“You’re going to… achoo… give me the… achoo… ‘I told you so’ speech?”
He accepts the tissue Dean is handing over. Dean is laughing quietly.
“Shut up, Dean!” Sam smiles as he nudges his brother’s shoulder. Dean giggles.
“Stop it, you know you love me. Here” Dean says as he tosses the antihistamines to his brother. Sam’s eyes light up. His brother has really thought of everything.
“What if I get hungry?” Sam asks suddenly.
“I got you tomato and rice soup”
Sam stares for a few seconds. He’s amazed.
“Okay. I do love you, Dean”
Dean smiles proudly. He bites his lip when Sam lets out another sneeze. He’ll have to remember to be careful if he doesn’t want to catch it. And suddenly he knows it’s too late.
Sam leans against him and snuggles into his side, cradling his shirt within his fingers. Damn kid putting his germs all over him. Dean rests a hand on top of Sam’s head and if his brother ever complains, he’ll pretend he’s only watching out for fever.
Sam is snoring lightly after twenty minutes and Dean doesn’t have the heart to wake him. At least he can watch the show without his brother spoiling it.
Author: Lauehime
Rating: PG
Genre/pairing: H/C, Family, Gen
Characters: Sam, Dean
Word count: 943
Warnings: Hints of season 9
Summary: Written for tarotgal’s prompt “Dean can tell when Sam's coming down with something, because Sam gets clingy. They've got a whole bunker to spread out in... and Sam won't leave him alone for a second”
Disclaimer: The show belongs to Kripke.
A/N: Written for tarotgal’s comment fic meme. Check it out HERE.
SNSN
Dean can always tell when Sam gets sick. He knows even before the kid does. Sam doesn’t pay too much attention to the way his muscles start to hurt whenever he moves. He blames it on being awfully tall.
What Dean likes from the Bunker is the fact that it’s a vast place. They’ve never had something that big. At least now he can have his own room. He’s never really had that after the fire. That’s also what triggers his concern for his brother. Of all the rooms and space available, Sam has to stick to him wherever he goes. His little brother doesn’t even seem to have a clue. But Dean knows what’s coming.
They’re both sitting in the library when Dean stands up abruptly. Sam looks up immediately. His eyes are starting to look glassy.
“What are you doing?” he asks curiously. He seems to be keeping himself in his chair; otherwise he’d be up and by Dean’s side.
“Going out. Gotta pick a few things up. I’ll be right back” Dean assures. Sam suddenly looks like he’s worried. His safety is crumbling.
“Can I come?” he asks, his efforts to keep down flowing away as he stands up from his chair. It only confirms Dean’s suspicions.
“No, you should stay. I won’t be long” he offers. Sam doesn’t look convinced but he doesn’t see another option there.
Dean goes on a supply run. He gets tissues, antihistamines, tomato soup and apple juice. He knows once Sam starts feeling sick, his sensitive stomach won’t handle anything else and he wants to keep his brother fed and hydrated.
When he returns to the Bunker they’ve nicknamed the “Batcave”, Sam is waiting for him. His brother follows him everywhere while rambling about the last thing he’s read. His voice is already starting to sound scratchy.
“There has to be something, Dean… something we haven’t found but that contains all the answers”
Dean reaches the kitchen. Sam is still on his heels. “If Metatron used a spell, there is surely something that can reverse it” he explains. Dean only moans in response while sipping the coffee he just made himself. Mmhmm.
“Dean? Are you listening?”
“Yes, I am. I just didn’t think the bunker was that limited”
Sam frowns in confusion.
“Never mind” Dean says.
He goes to his room to drop the bag of supplies, but to his surprise Sam is still following him. Dean notices that his brother starts to rub his temples. It’s a matter of minutes before Sam realizes that he’s sick.
“Sam?”
Sam only groans in response. Yeah, he’s starting to figure it out. Dean thinks that Sam should be off research for the night. His brother won’t be productive anyway.
“You know that… that TV show you were talking to me about? Wanna watch it tonight? We could have beers and take it easy” he proposes. It’s easier for him to say than to state the obvious.
There’s a slight smile creeping up his brother’s lips. “I’m going to start the DVD” Sam announces as he starts towards his room.
Dean takes out a few painkillers and pours water in a glass. He’s got his tissues nearby as well. He walks into Sam’s room and hands his brother the pills and water.
“What’s that for?” Sam asks, puzzled.
“Your headache” Dean replies quickly. Sam’s eyes widen in surprise.
“How did you…?”
“You can’t hide anything from me. You’re getting sick” the eldest states.
“Am not” Sam mumbles.
“You so are! And you’re going to thank me”
Sam groans and sits on the bed. Dean sits down next to him. He wraps a blanket over them. Sam is silently thankful. He hadn’t even realized that he was shivering slightly.
They start watching the show. Sam reacts next to Dean. He has seen the episode already. “Oh, check this out!” he warns. Dean jumps in surprise.
“Dude, no spoiling! You better keep quiet or I’m out” Dean alerts with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Sorry” Sam mumbles. A few minutes later, he tenses up again and Dean is sure that Sam’s not going to be able to keep his promise. What comes next surprises him, but it doesn’t really.
Achooo Sam sneezes. Dean smiles in victory and grabs the box of tissues that he bought for that very purpose.
“Bless you” he teases. He’s biting his lips to keep from laughing.
“You’re going to… achoo… give me the… achoo… ‘I told you so’ speech?”
He accepts the tissue Dean is handing over. Dean is laughing quietly.
“Shut up, Dean!” Sam smiles as he nudges his brother’s shoulder. Dean giggles.
“Stop it, you know you love me. Here” Dean says as he tosses the antihistamines to his brother. Sam’s eyes light up. His brother has really thought of everything.
“What if I get hungry?” Sam asks suddenly.
“I got you tomato and rice soup”
Sam stares for a few seconds. He’s amazed.
“Okay. I do love you, Dean”
Dean smiles proudly. He bites his lip when Sam lets out another sneeze. He’ll have to remember to be careful if he doesn’t want to catch it. And suddenly he knows it’s too late.
Sam leans against him and snuggles into his side, cradling his shirt within his fingers. Damn kid putting his germs all over him. Dean rests a hand on top of Sam’s head and if his brother ever complains, he’ll pretend he’s only watching out for fever.
Sam is snoring lightly after twenty minutes and Dean doesn’t have the heart to wake him. At least he can watch the show without his brother spoiling it.