Come Hell or High Water, Dean Is a Big Brother - a Supernatural Comment Fic Meme
Title: Come Hell or High Water, Dean Is a Big Brother
Author: lauehime
Rating: PG
Genre/pairing: Hurt/Comfort, Family, Humor, Gen
Characters: Sam, Dean
Word count: 1,814
Summary: Written for Cowboyguy’s prompt “Post-Hell Sam is afraid of needles and has to get allergy-tested because something keeps making him sneeze. Dean is a good big brother.”
Disclaimer: The show belongs to Kripke.
A/N: Written for tarotgal’s comment fic meme. Check it out HERE.
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They both sat in the dirty beige waiting room of the clinic. Dean studied the different posters on the wall. He could feel Sam’s foot tapping against the floor and his knee pushing against his own leg at every movement. His brother was nervous.
Dean sighed and checked a specific poster; one of a woman with darkening teeth. It was warning against tobacco use. Dean chuckled softly and nudged his brother’s arm with his elbow. “Hey Sammy, look at this. Am I the only one who thinks Sunrise, Wyoming… you know, the best girl” Dean recalled with a wink. It only served to earn him an eye roll and an annoyed sigh from his brother.
“Now I know why dudes dig dental hygiene” he added, faking a frightened chill. Sam turned to stare at him with this ‘are you for real’ look of his. Dean felt his smile die down.
“Aw, come on grumpy. It’ll be over before you know it” Dean cheered. Sam shook his head and sniffled. He brought his sleeve up, but Dean pushed his arm in time and handed him a tissue instead. Sam nodded in silent gratitude. He blew his nose with a force that made his big brother’s eyebrows rise to the middle of his forehead.
“I jusd don’d undersdand why I have to do dhis” Sam complained, wiping snots away from his nose. Dean looked at him as if he’d grown a second head.
“Are you serious? Do you need me to make you a picture or something? Dude, you’re like a maple tree in March” the eldest pointed out. Sam rolled his eyes and clenched them shut as soon as he felt the tickle behind his eyes. Dean caught the desperate expression in time to hand his brother another tissue.
EEEEEGGGSHHHUUUU Sam sneezed. The mucus overflowed the tissue and Dean grimaced in disgust before handing another tissue to his miserable little brother.
“See, that’s exactly why we’re doing this” Dean explained. Sam felt his eyes swelling and itching while he swallowed past the grating at the back of his throat. He did feel miserable. But something else was up too. His muscles stiffened and his leg resumed its tapping against the floor while brushing against his brother’s thigh.
“But Dean, there has to be something else I can do…” Sam asked, his voice whiny. Dean frowned and studied his nervous wreck of a brother.
“Dude, if I didn’t know you I’d say you look terrified” Dean started, a hint of concern behind his voice.
Sam tried to swallow past the lump in his throat, but it proved to be difficult. He avoided his brother’s eyes, but it was already too late to hide.
“Sam, what is it?”
When Sam was still trying to ignore his question, Dean pulled out his arsenal of tactics to make little brothers talk.
“Hey Sammy, what’s going on? Please, tell me” he pleaded, putting a gentle hand on his brother’s shoulder.
“It’s… it’s nothing” Sam finally said. Dean glared at him and tightened his grip on his shoulder.
“Sam” he stated firmly. His tone left no opening for negotiation. Before he could ask again, Sam’s face scrunched up. Akkshhhheeewww…eekk…ekkkshhheegghh…ii…ii…iiiiirrrghhhhhsshhhhaaaaaww.
Dean ran circles on his brother’s back through the fit and handed him the whole Kleenex box when Sam finally stopped sneezing. “Here, help yourself” he instructed as he moved the carton box closer.
The doctor appeared in the room and called his name. Dean helped him up and almost carried half of his weight all the way to the doctor’s cabinet. The man was toughened by experience as his silver hair testified. He pulled a pair of delicate round glasses that he deposited on the tip of his nose before reading Sam’s file.
“So you’ve come for an allergy test”
Sam’s eyes were wide and round and he swallowed at the doctor’s words. At his lack of answer, Dean stepped up. “Yeah, he’s been mister sneezy for two weeks now… no way to tell what’s causing it though” Dean explained. The doctor shot him an accusing look before looking at Sam again.
“Have you been exposed to anything new in the past two weeks? It could be a new animal, new house, new neighborhood…” the doctor clued.
“Nothing new… I think” Sam shrugged.
Dean gave him a pat on the shoulder for answering the question like a big boy and Sam sent him a cold glare. The doctor stood up and produced the testing material.
“Well, the test will tell us what you’re allergic to. It’s a good thing you’re doing it. It should help you make the right changes to your lifestyle to prevent getting sick” he explained. Sam felt his throat dry up when he spotted the set of needles and bottled allergens. His whole frame stiffened. Dean noticed the change and bulb lights went on his in head.
He bent to his brother’s ear. “It’s the needles, isn’t it?” he whispered. Sam flinched at the sound of Dean’s voice. He’d been so focused on the doctor’s tray that he’d completely forgotten his brother’s presence.
Dean sighed sadly. He should’ve known. He felt bad for not taking it into consideration. Sam’s breathing hitched and Dean felt even worse for inflicting this to his little brother. He did the thing he was good at though, he decided to comfort his brother.
“It’s okay Sammy. I’m right here. It’ll be okay. It’s not worse than a mosquito sting. And then we’ll make you all better, alright? You just have to stay still for a few minutes. Think you can do that?” Dean cooed softly in brother’s ear. Sam nodded, but his movement was stiff and his breathing was still harsh.
“C’mon big boy. You can do this” Dean encouraged. Meanwhile, the doctor was marking Sam’s arm. Sam studied the man and his breathing started getting out of control. The doctor grabbed the needle and looked up.
“Now Sam, that’s the part that will feel a little uncomfortable. It won’t hurt as long as you relax” the doctor instructed. Sam nodded and closed his eyes. He felt the needle pierce the surface of his skin and leave a burning pain.
“Relax your arm, Sam”
Only, Sam couldn’t listen. He was gone somewhere dark. The air was thick with smoke and smelled like fire. He coughed to try and catch his breath, but no air came to his lungs. The little stings had turned to white hot stabs and his arm was on fiery pain.
Soon, the pain stopped and someone was shaking him. He let his eyes flutter open and met concerned green orbs. He snapped out of the darkness and came to realize that he was in the doctor’s office. Dean was holding his shoulders and had obviously been shaking him.
“Thank god! You okay?” Dean asked as soon as Sam’s eyes focused on him and filled with recognition. His mouth felt like it was filled with cotton.
“D’n” Sam slurred, as if this single statement could express everything he wanted to say. Still, somehow, Dean understood. It wasn’t the first time Sam had a flash back of Hell and Dean could tell when he saw one.
“It’s okay. You’re here. You’re here with me” Dean assured, anchoring Sam with his touch. Sam nodded, fear dissipating from his eyes to be replaced by trust. The eldest smiled. He would always recognize that look of trust, no matter how old his brother got.
Dean allowed the doctor to continue and he monitored his brother at the same time. “You’re doing good. Just breathe through it. Breathe with me, Sam” Dean instructed as he took slow and deep breaths. Sam was almost out of breath from the stress, but he slowly forced himself to copy his brother’s rhythm. Soon, his breaths were slow and even.
Sam sat back in his chair and closed his eyes while the doctor applied the allergens to his punctured skin. He hissed as his arm started to itch and burn. His breathing picked up once more and the room started to spin around him as he struggled to take a breath. Dean grabbed his shoulders tighter.
“It’s okay, kiddo. You’re still here. I’m right here with you” Dean assured as he heard his brother’s wheezing.
The doctor frowned. “Sam? Are you okay?”
Sam tried to avoid the doctor’s gaze, which only increased the latter’s concern. He unconsciously started to feel around for something… someone… His hand found his brother’s jacket and tangled into it, holding onto it like a lifeline. Dean smiled affectionately and brushed a hand through his brother’s long bangs.
“You’re okay, Sammy” he whispered. Sam gave into his big brother’s reassuring voice.
“He may be having an anaphylactic reaction” the doctor scowled as the older brother kept his patient away from him. Dean glared at him coldly.
“He’s fine. He’s just not a big fan of needles” Dean assured, eyeing the man as if threatening him to oppose to his diagnostic. The doctor finally nodded.
Dean leaned closer to his brother’s ear. “I’ll try shoving a needle up Doctor Evil’s ass, see if he likes the feeling” he growled, softly enough so that only his little brother would hear.
Sam breathed out loudly, Dean’s name lost somewhere in the exhale. Dean could only picture the eye roll that went on behind his brother’s closed lids and smiled. He patted his brother’s hair some more and relished in the feeling of his brother leaning into his touch.
Sam managed to finish the test without further incident. The doctor gave them the results and a list of over-the-counter pills that they could buy to alleviate the symptoms. Dean was proud of his little brother for pulling through.
As they walked out, he couldn’t help but cheer his brother up. “You did good, Sammy. I’m horribly sorry for putting you through this. I didn’t think about the needles and that was stupid… But hey, you deserved a freakin’ lollipop back there!”
Sam smiled at him. Dean would’ve expected an eye roll or even a bitchface, but his little brother just stood there and smiled.
“Dude, has anything gotten to your brain? You’re smiling!” Dean asked with a mockingly concerned face. It only made his brother giggle some more before pulling up a serious face.
“Thank you, Dean”
“What for?”
“For not making fun of me… and for snapping me out of whatever Hell vision I was trapped into”
Dean smiled like the proud big brother he was.
“Anytime! But that doesn’t mean I ain’t gonna make fun of you” Dean warned with a smirk. A flash of fear crossed Sam’s face.
“Come on, Samantha. Your chariot awaits” Dean teased as they reached the Impala. Sam rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but smile.
When he was in Hell, there had been no smartass big brothers…
And he had missed that.
Author: lauehime
Rating: PG
Genre/pairing: Hurt/Comfort, Family, Humor, Gen
Characters: Sam, Dean
Word count: 1,814
Summary: Written for Cowboyguy’s prompt “Post-Hell Sam is afraid of needles and has to get allergy-tested because something keeps making him sneeze. Dean is a good big brother.”
Disclaimer: The show belongs to Kripke.
A/N: Written for tarotgal’s comment fic meme. Check it out HERE.
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They both sat in the dirty beige waiting room of the clinic. Dean studied the different posters on the wall. He could feel Sam’s foot tapping against the floor and his knee pushing against his own leg at every movement. His brother was nervous.
Dean sighed and checked a specific poster; one of a woman with darkening teeth. It was warning against tobacco use. Dean chuckled softly and nudged his brother’s arm with his elbow. “Hey Sammy, look at this. Am I the only one who thinks Sunrise, Wyoming… you know, the best girl” Dean recalled with a wink. It only served to earn him an eye roll and an annoyed sigh from his brother.
“Now I know why dudes dig dental hygiene” he added, faking a frightened chill. Sam turned to stare at him with this ‘are you for real’ look of his. Dean felt his smile die down.
“Aw, come on grumpy. It’ll be over before you know it” Dean cheered. Sam shook his head and sniffled. He brought his sleeve up, but Dean pushed his arm in time and handed him a tissue instead. Sam nodded in silent gratitude. He blew his nose with a force that made his big brother’s eyebrows rise to the middle of his forehead.
“I jusd don’d undersdand why I have to do dhis” Sam complained, wiping snots away from his nose. Dean looked at him as if he’d grown a second head.
“Are you serious? Do you need me to make you a picture or something? Dude, you’re like a maple tree in March” the eldest pointed out. Sam rolled his eyes and clenched them shut as soon as he felt the tickle behind his eyes. Dean caught the desperate expression in time to hand his brother another tissue.
EEEEEGGGSHHHUUUU Sam sneezed. The mucus overflowed the tissue and Dean grimaced in disgust before handing another tissue to his miserable little brother.
“See, that’s exactly why we’re doing this” Dean explained. Sam felt his eyes swelling and itching while he swallowed past the grating at the back of his throat. He did feel miserable. But something else was up too. His muscles stiffened and his leg resumed its tapping against the floor while brushing against his brother’s thigh.
“But Dean, there has to be something else I can do…” Sam asked, his voice whiny. Dean frowned and studied his nervous wreck of a brother.
“Dude, if I didn’t know you I’d say you look terrified” Dean started, a hint of concern behind his voice.
Sam tried to swallow past the lump in his throat, but it proved to be difficult. He avoided his brother’s eyes, but it was already too late to hide.
“Sam, what is it?”
When Sam was still trying to ignore his question, Dean pulled out his arsenal of tactics to make little brothers talk.
“Hey Sammy, what’s going on? Please, tell me” he pleaded, putting a gentle hand on his brother’s shoulder.
“It’s… it’s nothing” Sam finally said. Dean glared at him and tightened his grip on his shoulder.
“Sam” he stated firmly. His tone left no opening for negotiation. Before he could ask again, Sam’s face scrunched up. Akkshhhheeewww…eekk…ekkkshhheegghh…ii…ii…iiiiirrrghhhhhsshhhhaaaaaww.
Dean ran circles on his brother’s back through the fit and handed him the whole Kleenex box when Sam finally stopped sneezing. “Here, help yourself” he instructed as he moved the carton box closer.
The doctor appeared in the room and called his name. Dean helped him up and almost carried half of his weight all the way to the doctor’s cabinet. The man was toughened by experience as his silver hair testified. He pulled a pair of delicate round glasses that he deposited on the tip of his nose before reading Sam’s file.
“So you’ve come for an allergy test”
Sam’s eyes were wide and round and he swallowed at the doctor’s words. At his lack of answer, Dean stepped up. “Yeah, he’s been mister sneezy for two weeks now… no way to tell what’s causing it though” Dean explained. The doctor shot him an accusing look before looking at Sam again.
“Have you been exposed to anything new in the past two weeks? It could be a new animal, new house, new neighborhood…” the doctor clued.
“Nothing new… I think” Sam shrugged.
Dean gave him a pat on the shoulder for answering the question like a big boy and Sam sent him a cold glare. The doctor stood up and produced the testing material.
“Well, the test will tell us what you’re allergic to. It’s a good thing you’re doing it. It should help you make the right changes to your lifestyle to prevent getting sick” he explained. Sam felt his throat dry up when he spotted the set of needles and bottled allergens. His whole frame stiffened. Dean noticed the change and bulb lights went on his in head.
He bent to his brother’s ear. “It’s the needles, isn’t it?” he whispered. Sam flinched at the sound of Dean’s voice. He’d been so focused on the doctor’s tray that he’d completely forgotten his brother’s presence.
Dean sighed sadly. He should’ve known. He felt bad for not taking it into consideration. Sam’s breathing hitched and Dean felt even worse for inflicting this to his little brother. He did the thing he was good at though, he decided to comfort his brother.
“It’s okay Sammy. I’m right here. It’ll be okay. It’s not worse than a mosquito sting. And then we’ll make you all better, alright? You just have to stay still for a few minutes. Think you can do that?” Dean cooed softly in brother’s ear. Sam nodded, but his movement was stiff and his breathing was still harsh.
“C’mon big boy. You can do this” Dean encouraged. Meanwhile, the doctor was marking Sam’s arm. Sam studied the man and his breathing started getting out of control. The doctor grabbed the needle and looked up.
“Now Sam, that’s the part that will feel a little uncomfortable. It won’t hurt as long as you relax” the doctor instructed. Sam nodded and closed his eyes. He felt the needle pierce the surface of his skin and leave a burning pain.
“Relax your arm, Sam”
Only, Sam couldn’t listen. He was gone somewhere dark. The air was thick with smoke and smelled like fire. He coughed to try and catch his breath, but no air came to his lungs. The little stings had turned to white hot stabs and his arm was on fiery pain.
Soon, the pain stopped and someone was shaking him. He let his eyes flutter open and met concerned green orbs. He snapped out of the darkness and came to realize that he was in the doctor’s office. Dean was holding his shoulders and had obviously been shaking him.
“Thank god! You okay?” Dean asked as soon as Sam’s eyes focused on him and filled with recognition. His mouth felt like it was filled with cotton.
“D’n” Sam slurred, as if this single statement could express everything he wanted to say. Still, somehow, Dean understood. It wasn’t the first time Sam had a flash back of Hell and Dean could tell when he saw one.
“It’s okay. You’re here. You’re here with me” Dean assured, anchoring Sam with his touch. Sam nodded, fear dissipating from his eyes to be replaced by trust. The eldest smiled. He would always recognize that look of trust, no matter how old his brother got.
Dean allowed the doctor to continue and he monitored his brother at the same time. “You’re doing good. Just breathe through it. Breathe with me, Sam” Dean instructed as he took slow and deep breaths. Sam was almost out of breath from the stress, but he slowly forced himself to copy his brother’s rhythm. Soon, his breaths were slow and even.
Sam sat back in his chair and closed his eyes while the doctor applied the allergens to his punctured skin. He hissed as his arm started to itch and burn. His breathing picked up once more and the room started to spin around him as he struggled to take a breath. Dean grabbed his shoulders tighter.
“It’s okay, kiddo. You’re still here. I’m right here with you” Dean assured as he heard his brother’s wheezing.
The doctor frowned. “Sam? Are you okay?”
Sam tried to avoid the doctor’s gaze, which only increased the latter’s concern. He unconsciously started to feel around for something… someone… His hand found his brother’s jacket and tangled into it, holding onto it like a lifeline. Dean smiled affectionately and brushed a hand through his brother’s long bangs.
“You’re okay, Sammy” he whispered. Sam gave into his big brother’s reassuring voice.
“He may be having an anaphylactic reaction” the doctor scowled as the older brother kept his patient away from him. Dean glared at him coldly.
“He’s fine. He’s just not a big fan of needles” Dean assured, eyeing the man as if threatening him to oppose to his diagnostic. The doctor finally nodded.
Dean leaned closer to his brother’s ear. “I’ll try shoving a needle up Doctor Evil’s ass, see if he likes the feeling” he growled, softly enough so that only his little brother would hear.
Sam breathed out loudly, Dean’s name lost somewhere in the exhale. Dean could only picture the eye roll that went on behind his brother’s closed lids and smiled. He patted his brother’s hair some more and relished in the feeling of his brother leaning into his touch.
Sam managed to finish the test without further incident. The doctor gave them the results and a list of over-the-counter pills that they could buy to alleviate the symptoms. Dean was proud of his little brother for pulling through.
As they walked out, he couldn’t help but cheer his brother up. “You did good, Sammy. I’m horribly sorry for putting you through this. I didn’t think about the needles and that was stupid… But hey, you deserved a freakin’ lollipop back there!”
Sam smiled at him. Dean would’ve expected an eye roll or even a bitchface, but his little brother just stood there and smiled.
“Dude, has anything gotten to your brain? You’re smiling!” Dean asked with a mockingly concerned face. It only made his brother giggle some more before pulling up a serious face.
“Thank you, Dean”
“What for?”
“For not making fun of me… and for snapping me out of whatever Hell vision I was trapped into”
Dean smiled like the proud big brother he was.
“Anytime! But that doesn’t mean I ain’t gonna make fun of you” Dean warned with a smirk. A flash of fear crossed Sam’s face.
“Come on, Samantha. Your chariot awaits” Dean teased as they reached the Impala. Sam rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but smile.
When he was in Hell, there had been no smartass big brothers…
And he had missed that.