Hurt/Comfort-Meme

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A while ago, I promised you a comment-fic-meme as soon as we reached 100 members. And here it is!

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01. Comment to this post with your prompt and desired pairing(s). Be as specific or unspecific as you like.
For example: "Sam, Dean (gen): hypothermia" or "Jared/Jensen: Jared gets hurt on set, Rating: at least R" or "Dean/Castiel: Castiel

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Part 1

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Sorry this took so long. I hope this comment-fic stuff is still going on and that this is ok.
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Part 1
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John uncurled from his hunched position at the table when Sammy walked toward him in his pajamas. Already eight years old, almost nine. John couldn't believe he had lived that long without Mary; knew that he wouldn't have if not for his boys.

"Hey, Sammy. Why aren't you sleeping?" John asked softly. Sometimes a sleepy Sammy was easy to lead back to bed if it was quiet.

"When is Dean coming home?" Sammy asked instead.

John sighed. They'd been over this umpteen times already, but he found it difficult to be angry when he was proud of the relationship between his sons. This was the first time little Sammy had been without his brother for more than a day.

"We're picking him up from Pastor Jim's on Saturday, remember? That's only three more days."

Sammy rubbed his eye with the back of his hand and had a pout on his face as he replied, "Yeah." Small, dirty hands falling to the hem of the large t-shirt that Dean would never have let his little brother wear, Sam whispered, "I miss him."

"Come here, buddy," John said past a tight throat and opened his arms. Sam readily accepted the invitation and crawled up on John's lap. John frowned at the warmth he felt, "Are you feeling ok, Sammy?"

Sam shook his head, tucked in close to John's neck.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't feel good," Sam mumbled.

John rolled his eyes at the unhelpful answer and rubbed Sam's back. "What doesn't feel good?"

Sam sniffed and wiped his eyes and nose on John's shirt. "Throat, head, everything. Hurts when I swallow and talk."

"All right. You'll be ok. Let's get you back to bed."

Sam pouted, but didn't seem to have the energy to make much of a fuss as his dad carried him to the room that the boys shared. John arranged the blankets and pillows so they seemed comfortable and turned to leave the room.

"Daddy?" Sam called in a small voice he hadn't used in a few years.

"What is it, kiddo?"

"Dean stays with me until I fall asleep when I'm sick."

John couldn't help but think that Dean stayed with him every night, regardless, but that wasn't the point. He settled on the side of the bed and Sam rolled onto his stomach.

A few minutes later, Sam said, "Dean sometimes rubs my back if I can't fall asleep."

John could take a hint and started rubbing Sam's back and waited for him to finally fall asleep. He thought he heard a faint, "Wish Dean was here," but he pretended not to. It was going to be a long three days. He fell asleep on the edge of the bed, curled protectively around his baby boy.
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