Tug of War 3evelyncarverJune 11 2014, 20:12:07 UTC
Dean climbed out, tugging away from Sam and crossing his arms over his chest.
“We’re on a tight schedule.”
“Sam’s sick.” Dean tried to explain.
“Is he dying?” John asked, looking for a moment as if he was worried that was actually the case.
“No.” Dean admitted, glancing at his little brother all huddled up on the seat. “His fever’s pretty high.”
“It’ll wait. I’ll fuel up the car. Take him in , got to the bathroom get something to drink. A couple more hours and we’ll stop.”
“Yes sir.” Dean swallowed and coaxed Sam out of the car with promises of a blanket and some water.
It took him a long time to get Sam inside, he left him in the bathroom and headed out to look for supplies. Places like this often had little stores with very limited and very expensive general store kind of crap. This place didn’t, it had a Dunkin Donuts and a McDonalds. Dean bought a can of orange juice out of a vending machine and walked Sam back outside.
“I got some stuff out of the trunk.” Dad said, tossing him the keys. “You need a minute to get settled before we head out?”
“Yeah.” Dean yawned and helped Sam into the backseat. He forgot how exhausting it was to drive for hours and hours and hours on end. He pulled the blanket over Sam and made sure the pillow was in the right place. “You want anything?” Dean asked, Dad had gotten out some of the Tylenol 3’s, but he was still hoping they were overkill.
“Water?” Sam asked, his eyes flickering open hopefully.
“I’ve got something better.” Dean gave him the cold can of orange juice, a million times better than the water bottles that had been sitting in the trunk for who knows how long.
Sam pressed the cold can to his head. “Are we almost there?”
“Couple more hours.” Dean sighed and closed the door, Dad was staring at them and glancing at his watch.
The roads were starting to get busy. People were going home from work or heading out for the weekend. Dean waited for Sam to fall back asleep before turning the radio on low and tuning out everything but the crawl of traffic and the countryside zipping by. He almost missed Sam’s small voice.
“De--n?”
“Yeah?” Dean turned the radio off and adjusted the mirror. Sam looked worse, pale as a corpse save for the red spots on his cheeks. He was dripping with sweat and shivering, even underneath the blanket.
“I need, I need. . .”
Dean was already pulling over. He hopped out and got Sam out of the car just in time. Sam collapsed to knees and puked orange juice up on the side of the road. Dean held him, smoothing back his sweaty hair and keeping him from falling face first into the vomit.
“Dean.” Sam moaned, clutching at his brother.
“You gonna hurl again?” Dean asked, looking at the road. Dad’s truck was gone, he’d been a few cars ahead, but now he was around the bend and out of sight.
Sam shook his head and looked at the forest a few feet from the car. “We camping?”
Dean shook his head and put his hand on Sam’s forehead. It was hot, he wasn’t sure how much warmer than the last time, but it was too hot. This was turning into bad sick not sleep it off, this was turning into hospital sick, or go to Bobby’s sick.
“We’re on a tight schedule.”
“Sam’s sick.” Dean tried to explain.
“Is he dying?” John asked, looking for a moment as if he was worried that was actually the case.
“No.” Dean admitted, glancing at his little brother all huddled up on the seat. “His fever’s pretty high.”
“It’ll wait. I’ll fuel up the car. Take him in , got to the bathroom get something to drink. A couple more hours and we’ll stop.”
“Yes sir.” Dean swallowed and coaxed Sam out of the car with promises of a blanket and some water.
It took him a long time to get Sam inside, he left him in the bathroom and headed out to look for supplies. Places like this often had little stores with very limited and very expensive general store kind of crap. This place didn’t, it had a Dunkin Donuts and a McDonalds. Dean bought a can of orange juice out of a vending machine and walked Sam back outside.
“I got some stuff out of the trunk.” Dad said, tossing him the keys. “You need a minute to get settled before we head out?”
“Yeah.” Dean yawned and helped Sam into the backseat. He forgot how exhausting it was to drive for hours and hours and hours on end. He pulled the blanket over Sam and made sure the pillow was in the right place. “You want anything?” Dean asked, Dad had gotten out some of the Tylenol 3’s, but he was still hoping they were overkill.
“Water?” Sam asked, his eyes flickering open hopefully.
“I’ve got something better.” Dean gave him the cold can of orange juice, a million times better than the water bottles that had been sitting in the trunk for who knows how long.
Sam pressed the cold can to his head. “Are we almost there?”
“Couple more hours.” Dean sighed and closed the door, Dad was staring at them and glancing at his watch.
The roads were starting to get busy. People were going home from work or heading out for the weekend. Dean waited for Sam to fall back asleep before turning the radio on low and tuning out everything but the crawl of traffic and the countryside zipping by. He almost missed Sam’s small voice.
“De--n?”
“Yeah?” Dean turned the radio off and adjusted the mirror. Sam looked worse, pale as a corpse save for the red spots on his cheeks. He was dripping with sweat and shivering, even underneath the blanket.
“I need, I need. . .”
Dean was already pulling over. He hopped out and got Sam out of the car just in time. Sam collapsed to knees and puked orange juice up on the side of the road. Dean held him, smoothing back his sweaty hair and keeping him from falling face first into the vomit.
“Dean.” Sam moaned, clutching at his brother.
“You gonna hurl again?” Dean asked, looking at the road. Dad’s truck was gone, he’d been a few cars ahead, but now he was around the bend and out of sight.
Sam shook his head and looked at the forest a few feet from the car. “We camping?”
Dean shook his head and put his hand on Sam’s forehead. It was hot, he wasn’t sure how much warmer than the last time, but it was too hot. This was turning into bad sick not sleep it off, this was turning into hospital sick, or go to Bobby’s sick.
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