Re: FILLED: Once Upon a Time (4/?)shangriladaOctober 12 2011, 23:24:01 UTC
The only good thing about Sam having this many damn seizures is that they now know what to expect, and Bobby at least is prepared to wait a little for him to wake up afterwards. But Sam's taking a little longer than any of them would like, and Dean won't stop tugging on Sam's hand and barking “Sab!” over and over.
Bobby put a thermometer in Sam's ear and tells Dean he's going to be fine.
“He did'd fidish the damb sdory,” Dean growls.
Bobby checks the thermometer. “A hundred two and a half.” He's relieved. That's no joyride of a fever, but with the amount of heat pouring off the kid during the seizure, he was prepared for a lot worse.
Dean nods a little, like he already knew exactly what the fever was. It's the same expression Sam had when he asked Bobby if Dean was sick. These damn boys.
“Wagke up and fidish the sdory, Sab.”
“Dean, blow your nose,” Bobby says.
Dean ignores him and stares at Sam.
A few minutes later, Sam grimaces and rolls his head to the side and croaks, “Once 'pon a time...”
“No,” Dean says. “Sab, you were already id the middle of ode, remember? Fidish that one. Cobe back where you lefd off.”
“Um...”
“Cowboy sdory. C'bon, Sab. You remember. You were here. You were more lucid thad you'd beed in three fugging weegks-”
“I don't remember,” Sam says. He rubs his forehead and claws at Dean's hand and says, “Where are you?”
“I'm right here...”
“Don't go,” Sam says. He's breathing so hard. “Once upon a time...”
But then he's quiet for a while, and then finally, finally he opens his eyes and looks up at Dean and says, “I just want it to be you and me and Bobby for a minute, can you make him go away?” He waves his hand towards the corner that must be Lucifer's favorite, because he's there a damn lot, and Bobby wonders, not for the first time, if putting up a picture or something there would help break the illusion or just give Satan something to look at while he tortures Sam.
Dean takes a deep breath and says, “Of course, Sabby,” but he's making that desperate face and shuffling around because he doesn't know what the hell to do.
Bobby has an idea. He gets down on the floor and carefully nudges Sam's head forwards, so his face is hidden in Dean's shoulder.
Sam grabs hold of Dean and Dean groans and says, “Thangs, Bobby, he''s dever godda led go now,” and keeps one hand on Sam's back and pets his hair with the other.
When Sam's fast asleep half an hour later, Dean gives Bobby a glare like he hasn't seen from him in twenty years when Bobby suggests he let him take Sam upstairs to a real bed. “I'm sigck,” Dean says. “Nod you. I ged Sabby.” When Sam's fever climbs and he curses at Lucifer in his sleep, Dean murmurs stories in Sam's ear. Bobby can't hear most of it, but he makes out something about fireworks. What makes Sam relax, though, is when a sudden sneeze makes Dean grab his leg and wheeze out a few notes of hysterical laughter. Sam hears it and goes limp.
Re: FILLED: Once Upon a Time (5/?)shangriladaOctober 12 2011, 23:24:40 UTC
It's possibly the saddest thing Bobby's ever seen, and that's saying a damn lot, when Sam's fever is spiking and he's crying out for Dean to get the bad guys away, and Dean has his arms wrapped all the way around him while Sam shivers and jostles the fuck out of Dean's leg, and every few minutes Sam gets lucid enough to say “Dean, Dean don' cry, why y'cryin?” and then drifts back out before he can hear the answer (“because 's brogken, 's all brogken”) and Bobby thinks that Sam is still pale and cold-pale and cold like plaster-and he dreams about splinting Sam up like a bone because he can't get the image of Dean down two limbs out of his mind.
Bobby startles awake from the couch at 4 AM and Sam is awake, sweating and mumbling at the corner and cradling Dean's head as gently as Bobby wishes he would treat his own. Dean told him a long time ago that Sam gets clingy when he's sick, but Bobby thinks now that the truth might be that when Sam is sick, Dean lets him cling.
Bobby watches Sam's lips talk and flinch at no one.
Sam startles himself out of the hallucination and looks at Bobby and whispers “Dean needs juice,” like the sentence means so much more than it does.
Bobby brings juice but coxes Sam into drinking it.
Sam seizes in the middle of the night and kicks Dean in the leg, and Dean grits his teeth and breathes hard but keeps his hands and his eyes on Sam all through the seizure. As soon as Sam's done, he curses up a storm and rolls to the side and wraps his hands around his cast.
“What can I get you, boy?” Bobby asks him.
Dean pushes his face into the pillow and coughs and says, “Whad the fugk are you talging aboud? He jusd had a fuckging seizure, ged your goddamn prioridies straight,” before he tunnels further into the pillow and moans.
So Bobby finds an ice pack for Sam's head, and Sam leans into it and exhales and calms down, but a few minutes later he takes it off and puts it Dean's leg without opening his eyes.
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Dean's choking on the damn congestion, so in the morning Bobby brings him a pot of boiling water so he can breathe some of the steam. “And Sabby sdays bacgk,” Dean says immediately, and Bobby tugs Sam over a few feet and rebandages his hand to keep him distracted.
Sam seems okay with the whole thing until Dean drapes a towel over his head to contain the steam, at which point he gradually starts to frown more and more and tries to tug his way back to Dean.
“It's too hot for you over there, kid,” Bobby says.
“I'm cold, though...”
Bobby says, “Your fever has me believin' otherwise, sorry, Sam.”
Sam says, “It's too hot, Dean.”
“Doo hot for you,” Dean says, and sneezes from under the towel.
Sam flinches the next time Bobby goes for his hand. “Hey, Sam,” Bobby says. “It's fine. You seeing things?”
Sam shakes his head and watches Dean. He shivers, and Bobby hesitates a minute (doesn't want to freak the kid out) before he puts his hand on Sam's forehead, but Sam closes his eyes and leans into it. The fingers of his right hand worry at the stitches on his left. He pull his hand away again when Bobby reaches for it.
“Can we wait until Dean's done?” he says. Bobby nods, and Sam stays still and chews on his lip and watches Dean like he's afraid he'll disappear.
Dean emerges for air five minutes later, uses up six tissues blowing his nose, then looks up at Sam. “Much better,” he says, and he smiles at his voice.
“Why'd you go away?” Sam says.
Dean stops smiling. “You're such a baby when you're sick.” He sneezes and grits his teeth and holds out an arm for Sam. “C'mere.”
Sam crawls over. He shivers and wraps Dean's shirt around his hand, like a bandage, and Dean monologues about how they need to clean and wrap it for real because Sam is fast asleep.
Re: FILLED: Once Upon a Time (6/6)shangriladaOctober 12 2011, 23:25:17 UTC
Slowly, Dean gets well, but the idjit seems to forget that it took him a week and a half to get there, because he's fretting over Sam's immune system like a mother hen. He spends all of Thursday morning rubbing Sam's back while the kid shivers and cries for Lucifer to stop talking while he clutches his head and moans whenever Dean moves.
Bobby goes out for more soup and comes home to Sam fast asleep and still and Dean sprawled up against the couch with a beer (so at least Bobby knows Dean can get up on that leg). He's staring at the TV, which isn't on, and he clenches his jaw between sips.
“He's sleeping,” Bobby says. “That's a good sign.”
“I knocked him out on painkillers.”
“Oh.”
“His head was killing him. Fucking kid.” Dean finishes the beer and flings the bottle away. “Fever's been up for three days.”
“It comes and goes,” Bobby says. “Hey, isn't it time for Rosa Fogo? Didn't Diogo have a secret or something?”
“Yeah. I never found out what.” Dean has his gimp leg stretched out in front of him and the other stretched out to the side, socked foot against Sam's chest.
“Watch your show. Think about something else.”
Dean doesn't say anything.
“You're gonna fuss yourself silly,” Bobby says. He sees Dean's eyes glance towards his brother as Sam stretches and blinks.
“I'm not worried at all,” Dean says, a little louder. “Because there's nothing to worry about. Sammy's a tough son of a bitch.” He shakes Sam's chest with his foot and gives the kid a smile, and Sam smiles back so earnestly it makes Dean laugh a little.
And the sound of that makes Sam sigh and wrap his arms around Dean's foot like it's a teddy bear before he goes back to sleep.
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Bobby's in the kitchen making even more damn tea, and Dean yells in, “Sammy wants soup!”
“Dean needs more painkillers!” Sam calls.
“Yeah!” Dean says. “Yeah, like eight or nine more! Don't forget crackers for Sam, okay?”
“Bring him one pill. Bobby. And grab him some ice?”
“Definitely more than one. And Sam's probably due for more Tylenol, so that too?”
“Everyone mind the mosquitoes!” Sam yells, and Dean's laughing, hard, because aside from these occasional nonsense sentences, Sam's lucid enough that you could almost forget he still has a fever of a hundred and twelve.
Sam's still grinning at Dean when Bobby comes in with the soup and all the other crap the boys made him ferry in, and Dean says, “What, dork?” and knocks his head to the side. Carefully.
“I can't hear other things when you laugh,” Sam says, and Dean finally realizes what Bobby did days ago: the louder Dean is, the easier it is for Sam to sleep.
Dean chews on the inside of his lip. His telenovela's on, but he flips through the channels until he finds America's Funniest Home Videos. Bobby knows from listening to Dean's endless bitching the first few days here that the show grates on every last one of his nerves, but he sits close to Sam and shoves his kid brother under his arm, so his mouth is level with Sam's ear. Bobby can tell at first that Dean's laughing is forced, but then the kid seems to come around and figure out how well his personality jives with watching forty-year-old family men get hit in the balls, and he snorts and chuckles and makes a whole crapload of undignified sounds with each baseball bat to the crotch. Sam slides down so his ear is against Dean's chest, and Dean fucking losing it over a guy getting crushed by a seesaw ends up being Sam's lullaby, and Bobby hates these goddamn boys and all these goddamn feelings, he swears he does.
Dean puts a hand on Sam's head and says “Okay, hurry, hurry, back to Rosa Fogo, I need to find out that big secret right the fuck now.”
Re: FILLED: Once Upon a Time (6/6)mad_serverOctober 12 2011, 23:59:36 UTC
Well luckily this was AWESOME.
Things. Let me collect my thoughts.
1. OMG SNEEZY DEEEEEAN AND SAM HOLDING THE TISSUE FOR DEAN WHICH IS MY ACHILLES HEEL OF ALL ACHILLES HEELS. 2. The way Bobby keeps thinking of Sam as cold as plaster, cold as limestone. So evocative and so indicative of Bobby's disturbedness by what's happened to them. 3. Sam snuggling Dean's foot like a teddy bear and Dean resting his foot on Sam's chest. Aughh so cute. 4. Bobby wondering about putting a picture up in that one corner that Lucifer seems to like, and what that would do. 5. Noseblowy Deeeean with the steam and the six tissues.
Re: FILLED: Once Upon a Time (6/6)i_speak_tongueOctober 13 2011, 00:22:37 UTC
WOWOWOWOWOW. That was crazy awesome. I kind of imagine this would have been exactly how those three weeks went if both Sam and Dean were cute little chibi anime characters.
Bobby put a thermometer in Sam's ear and tells Dean he's going to be fine.
“He did'd fidish the damb sdory,” Dean growls.
Bobby checks the thermometer. “A hundred two and a half.” He's relieved. That's no joyride of a fever, but with the amount of heat pouring off the kid during the seizure, he was prepared for a lot worse.
Dean nods a little, like he already knew exactly what the fever was. It's the same expression Sam had when he asked Bobby if Dean was sick. These damn boys.
“Wagke up and fidish the sdory, Sab.”
“Dean, blow your nose,” Bobby says.
Dean ignores him and stares at Sam.
A few minutes later, Sam grimaces and rolls his head to the side and croaks, “Once 'pon a time...”
“No,” Dean says. “Sab, you were already id the middle of ode, remember? Fidish that one. Cobe back where you lefd off.”
“Um...”
“Cowboy sdory. C'bon, Sab. You remember. You were here. You were more lucid thad you'd beed in three fugging weegks-”
“I don't remember,” Sam says. He rubs his forehead and claws at Dean's hand and says, “Where are you?”
“I'm right here...”
“Don't go,” Sam says. He's breathing so hard. “Once upon a time...”
But then he's quiet for a while, and then finally, finally he opens his eyes and looks up at Dean and says, “I just want it to be you and me and Bobby for a minute, can you make him go away?” He waves his hand towards the corner that must be Lucifer's favorite, because he's there a damn lot, and Bobby wonders, not for the first time, if putting up a picture or something there would help break the illusion or just give Satan something to look at while he tortures Sam.
Dean takes a deep breath and says, “Of course, Sabby,” but he's making that desperate face and shuffling around because he doesn't know what the hell to do.
Bobby has an idea. He gets down on the floor and carefully nudges Sam's head forwards, so his face is hidden in Dean's shoulder.
Sam grabs hold of Dean and Dean groans and says, “Thangs, Bobby, he''s dever godda led go now,” and keeps one hand on Sam's back and pets his hair with the other.
When Sam's fast asleep half an hour later, Dean gives Bobby a glare like he hasn't seen from him in twenty years when Bobby suggests he let him take Sam upstairs to a real bed. “I'm sigck,” Dean says. “Nod you. I ged Sabby.” When Sam's fever climbs and he curses at Lucifer in his sleep, Dean murmurs stories in Sam's ear. Bobby can't hear most of it, but he makes out something about fireworks. What makes Sam relax, though, is when a sudden sneeze makes Dean grab his leg and wheeze out a few notes of hysterical laughter. Sam hears it and goes limp.
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Bobby startles awake from the couch at 4 AM and Sam is awake, sweating and mumbling at the corner and cradling Dean's head as gently as Bobby wishes he would treat his own. Dean told him a long time ago that Sam gets clingy when he's sick, but Bobby thinks now that the truth might be that when Sam is sick, Dean lets him cling.
Bobby watches Sam's lips talk and flinch at no one.
Sam startles himself out of the hallucination and looks at Bobby and whispers “Dean needs juice,” like the sentence means so much more than it does.
Bobby brings juice but coxes Sam into drinking it.
Sam seizes in the middle of the night and kicks Dean in the leg, and Dean grits his teeth and breathes hard but keeps his hands and his eyes on Sam all through the seizure. As soon as Sam's done, he curses up a storm and rolls to the side and wraps his hands around his cast.
“What can I get you, boy?” Bobby asks him.
Dean pushes his face into the pillow and coughs and says, “Whad the fugk are you talging aboud? He jusd had a fuckging seizure, ged your goddamn prioridies straight,” before he tunnels further into the pillow and moans.
So Bobby finds an ice pack for Sam's head, and Sam leans into it and exhales and calms down, but a few minutes later he takes it off and puts it Dean's leg without opening his eyes.
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Dean's choking on the damn congestion, so in the morning Bobby brings him a pot of boiling water so he can breathe some of the steam. “And Sabby sdays bacgk,” Dean says immediately, and Bobby tugs Sam over a few feet and rebandages his hand to keep him distracted.
Sam seems okay with the whole thing until Dean drapes a towel over his head to contain the steam, at which point he gradually starts to frown more and more and tries to tug his way back to Dean.
“It's too hot for you over there, kid,” Bobby says.
“I'm cold, though...”
Bobby says, “Your fever has me believin' otherwise, sorry, Sam.”
Sam says, “It's too hot, Dean.”
“Doo hot for you,” Dean says, and sneezes from under the towel.
Sam flinches the next time Bobby goes for his hand. “Hey, Sam,” Bobby says. “It's fine. You seeing things?”
Sam shakes his head and watches Dean. He shivers, and Bobby hesitates a minute (doesn't want to freak the kid out) before he puts his hand on Sam's forehead, but Sam closes his eyes and leans into it. The fingers of his right hand worry at the stitches on his left. He pull his hand away again when Bobby reaches for it.
“Can we wait until Dean's done?” he says. Bobby nods, and Sam stays still and chews on his lip and watches Dean like he's afraid he'll disappear.
Dean emerges for air five minutes later, uses up six tissues blowing his nose, then looks up at Sam. “Much better,” he says, and he smiles at his voice.
“Why'd you go away?” Sam says.
Dean stops smiling. “You're such a baby when you're sick.” He sneezes and grits his teeth and holds out an arm for Sam. “C'mere.”
Sam crawls over. He shivers and wraps Dean's shirt around his hand, like a bandage, and Dean monologues about how they need to clean and wrap it for real because Sam is fast asleep.
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Bobby goes out for more soup and comes home to Sam fast asleep and still and Dean sprawled up against the couch with a beer (so at least Bobby knows Dean can get up on that leg). He's staring at the TV, which isn't on, and he clenches his jaw between sips.
“He's sleeping,” Bobby says. “That's a good sign.”
“I knocked him out on painkillers.”
“Oh.”
“His head was killing him. Fucking kid.” Dean finishes the beer and flings the bottle away. “Fever's been up for three days.”
“It comes and goes,” Bobby says. “Hey, isn't it time for Rosa Fogo? Didn't Diogo have a secret or something?”
“Yeah. I never found out what.” Dean has his gimp leg stretched out in front of him and the other stretched out to the side, socked foot against Sam's chest.
“Watch your show. Think about something else.”
Dean doesn't say anything.
“You're gonna fuss yourself silly,” Bobby says. He sees Dean's eyes glance towards his brother as Sam stretches and blinks.
“I'm not worried at all,” Dean says, a little louder. “Because there's nothing to worry about. Sammy's a tough son of a bitch.” He shakes Sam's chest with his foot and gives the kid a smile, and Sam smiles back so earnestly it makes Dean laugh a little.
And the sound of that makes Sam sigh and wrap his arms around Dean's foot like it's a teddy bear before he goes back to sleep.
**
Bobby's in the kitchen making even more damn tea, and Dean yells in, “Sammy wants soup!”
“Dean needs more painkillers!” Sam calls.
“Yeah!” Dean says. “Yeah, like eight or nine more! Don't forget crackers for Sam, okay?”
“Bring him one pill. Bobby. And grab him some ice?”
“Definitely more than one. And Sam's probably due for more Tylenol, so that too?”
“Everyone mind the mosquitoes!” Sam yells, and Dean's laughing, hard, because aside from these occasional nonsense sentences, Sam's lucid enough that you could almost forget he still has a fever of a hundred and twelve.
Sam's still grinning at Dean when Bobby comes in with the soup and all the other crap the boys made him ferry in, and Dean says, “What, dork?” and knocks his head to the side. Carefully.
“I can't hear other things when you laugh,” Sam says, and Dean finally realizes what Bobby did days ago: the louder Dean is, the easier it is for Sam to sleep.
Dean chews on the inside of his lip. His telenovela's on, but he flips through the channels until he finds America's Funniest Home Videos. Bobby knows from listening to Dean's endless bitching the first few days here that the show grates on every last one of his nerves, but he sits close to Sam and shoves his kid brother under his arm, so his mouth is level with Sam's ear. Bobby can tell at first that Dean's laughing is forced, but then the kid seems to come around and figure out how well his personality jives with watching forty-year-old family men get hit in the balls, and he snorts and chuckles and makes a whole crapload of undignified sounds with each baseball bat to the crotch. Sam slides down so his ear is against Dean's chest, and Dean fucking losing it over a guy getting crushed by a seesaw ends up being Sam's lullaby, and Bobby hates these goddamn boys and all these goddamn feelings, he swears he does.
Dean puts a hand on Sam's head and says “Okay, hurry, hurry, back to Rosa Fogo, I need to find out that big secret right the fuck now.”
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Things. Let me collect my thoughts.
1. OMG SNEEZY DEEEEEAN AND SAM HOLDING THE TISSUE FOR DEAN WHICH IS MY ACHILLES HEEL OF ALL ACHILLES HEELS.
2. The way Bobby keeps thinking of Sam as cold as plaster, cold as limestone. So evocative and so indicative of Bobby's disturbedness by what's happened to them.
3. Sam snuggling Dean's foot like a teddy bear and Dean resting his foot on Sam's chest. Aughh so cute.
4. Bobby wondering about putting a picture up in that one corner that Lucifer seems to like, and what that would do.
5. Noseblowy Deeeean with the steam and the six tissues.
*salutes*
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*DIESOFCUTE*
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This is my new favorite. :D
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