Sam sighs and flips himself over on his stomach, so he can bury his face in his pillow. Dean merely chuckles and drapes Sam's sheet back over him.
"Alright, you just sleep. You need anything?"
Sam shakes his head as best as he can and Dean chuckles again.
"We need to come up with a signalling system or something."
Sam musters up the energy to lift one arm and flip Dean the bird. Only signal I need.
He falls back in an uncomfortable slumber, never deep enough to really sleep. That always happens when he gets seriously sick. He can't sleep, so he can't get any decent rest. Pills hardly help, although he swallows down everything Dean forces on him. Not without any protest though, Dean has no idea how much it hurts to swallow, but all he can really do is swat at Dean's hands weakly and pout when Dean wrestles him down and makes him take the pills anyway. His middle finger is still the only signal he needs.
By lunchtime Dean is appropriately bored - I could be having amazing sex right now, Sammy, instead I am here tending to your pathetic ass - and starts mocking Sam. He starts making exaggerated gestures and prompts Sam to guess what he's trying to say.
"Speak up, Sam, I can't hear you."
He starts calling Sam Mutey McMuterson, which amuses him way too much. Sam just uses his favorite gesture.
"Ooooh yeah, we could play Rude Charades! I'll go first!"
Sam closes his eyes with a soundless groan and tries to go to sleep. Dean forces more pills down his throat and takes his temperature. Obviously not without lewd remarks that Sam can't protest to. Vocally anyway.
"Score for me, now you can't go around screaming bloody murder when I take your temperature rectally."
Sam can however protest bodily. He rips the thermometer from Dean's hand. He first gestures to the thermometer, then to Dean's ass and then motions in an upward gesture with the thermometer. I'll stick it up your ass!
Dean just laughs and takes Sam's temperature via his ear.
"101, not too bad. You feeling okay?"
Sam nods and points at his throat. He makes a drinking gesture before pointing at his empty water glass. It takes Dean a few moments to catch on and when he does he rolls his eyes, but goes to get Sam a glass of water.
"You're totally gonna exploit this, aren't you?"
Sam smirks and nods. He carefully takes small sips from his water until the glass is empty. Dean watches him like a hawk the whole time, it actually makes smile Sam a little. Protective mode full on.
He finally falls asleep at 5.30pm. By that time, they figured out rude gestures aren't really constructive to getting through the day somewhat reasonably, so they switched to paper and pen. Although Sam's last message was a scrawled 'BITE ME' with a little raised middle finger next to it. Still the only signal he needs.
I love how it takes Dean so long to figure it out and how hard it hits Sam.
his my-little-brother-is-hurting radar is usually much more sensitive than this *giggle*
Loved Sam giving him some attitude because he's sick and at least he gets SOME pleasure, even with the awful nickname and Dean trying to amuse himself all day at Sam's expense. Loved the temperature-taking--Dean slips from teasing to protective/worried and back again so effortlessly. Am very glad Sam finally manages to fall asleep by the end, though.
...Dean slips from teasing to protective/worried and back again so effortlessly... I'm glad you point this out, I kinda feel like Dean is always on this thin line of teasing and worrying with Sam :)
Sam sighs and flips himself over on his stomach, so he can bury his face in his pillow. Dean merely chuckles and drapes Sam's sheet back over him.
"Alright, you just sleep. You need anything?"
Sam shakes his head as best as he can and Dean chuckles again.
"We need to come up with a signalling system or something."
Sam musters up the energy to lift one arm and flip Dean the bird. Only signal I need.
He falls back in an uncomfortable slumber, never deep enough to really sleep. That always happens when he gets seriously sick. He can't sleep, so he can't get any decent rest. Pills hardly help, although he swallows down everything Dean forces on him. Not without any protest though, Dean has no idea how much it hurts to swallow, but all he can really do is swat at Dean's hands weakly and pout when Dean wrestles him down and makes him take the pills anyway. His middle finger is still the only signal he needs.
By lunchtime Dean is appropriately bored - I could be having amazing sex right now, Sammy, instead I am here tending to your pathetic ass - and starts mocking Sam. He starts making exaggerated gestures and prompts Sam to guess what he's trying to say.
"Speak up, Sam, I can't hear you."
He starts calling Sam Mutey McMuterson, which amuses him way too much. Sam just uses his favorite gesture.
"Ooooh yeah, we could play Rude Charades! I'll go first!"
Sam closes his eyes with a soundless groan and tries to go to sleep. Dean forces more pills down his throat and takes his temperature. Obviously not without lewd remarks that Sam can't protest to. Vocally anyway.
"Score for me, now you can't go around screaming bloody murder when I take your temperature rectally."
Sam can however protest bodily. He rips the thermometer from Dean's hand. He first gestures to the thermometer, then to Dean's ass and then motions in an upward gesture with the thermometer. I'll stick it up your ass!
Dean just laughs and takes Sam's temperature via his ear.
"101, not too bad. You feeling okay?"
Sam nods and points at his throat. He makes a drinking gesture before pointing at his empty water glass. It takes Dean a few moments to catch on and when he does he rolls his eyes, but goes to get Sam a glass of water.
"You're totally gonna exploit this, aren't you?"
Sam smirks and nods. He carefully takes small sips from his water until the glass is empty. Dean watches him like a hawk the whole time, it actually makes smile Sam a little. Protective mode full on.
He finally falls asleep at 5.30pm. By that time, they figured out rude gestures aren't really constructive to getting through the day somewhat reasonably, so they switched to paper and pen. Although Sam's last message was a scrawled 'BITE ME' with a little raised middle finger next to it. Still the only signal he needs.
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his my-little-brother-is-hurting radar is usually much more sensitive than this
*giggle*
Loved Sam giving him some attitude because he's sick and at least he gets SOME pleasure, even with the awful nickname and Dean trying to amuse himself all day at Sam's expense. Loved the temperature-taking--Dean slips from teasing to protective/worried and back again so effortlessly. Am very glad Sam finally manages to fall asleep by the end, though.
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...Dean slips from teasing to protective/worried and back again so effortlessly...
I'm glad you point this out, I kinda feel like Dean is always on this thin line of teasing and worrying with Sam :)
Glad you liked!
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Oh shit. Think I just came up with a prompt.
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love love love. so much love. ♥
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