for kat, on the occasion of her being sick
Title: Sam Knows Best
By: Venilia Jones
SPN, wincest, PG
Description: fluff written for Kat because she’s sick.
A/N: established relationship.
The feel of Sammy's lips on his and about one hundred fifty odd pounds settling on his stomach woke Dean from a groggy sleep. Dean felt a crack form in the dry skin of his lower lip as he smiled up at his brother.
"Did you get it?" he asked.
Sam held up a white paper bag with the little blue mortar and pestle emblem on it that meant blessed, drug-induced relief.
"Got it," Sammy replied, smugly. "Took a little work for the woman to go for our insurance, though."
Dean shrugged that off. "And I'm sure you gave her your starving puppy stare and made her melt like a snowball in Florida." His throat was raspy.
Sam grinned as he laid a cool palm on Dean's forehead, checking his temperature. "Still took a little work." He sighed and got off his brother's to go rinse the thermometer that had taken up residence on the bedside table in the bathroom sink. He called over his shoulder, "I got you a few other things as well."
Dean perked up. "Yeah? What kind of things?"
Sam strolled back in wiping the thermometer dry on the hem of his hoodie. He climbed back onto the bed, this time beside Dean instead of on top of him, and popped the thermometer into Dean's mouth with a smile that let Dean know that yes, despite his concern Sam was very much enjoying being able to boss Dean around.
Dean rolled his eyes and mumbled something indistinct around the glass rod.
"No talking now," Sam shook his finger at Dean in the most annoying manner possible. "I need to get an accurate temperature from you." But for all his mocking manner Sam still ran his hand through Dean's sweat-soaked hair.
Dean opened one eye (when had he closed them?) to give Sammy a half-hearted glare which made Sam snort.
"You look like a kitten whose nap was interrupted when you do that," he said. "Here."
Dean opened his mouth and allowed Sammy to take and read the thermometer.
"One-oh-one," his brother proclaimed. "Still fever-ish. At least it's gone down a little."
He retired the thermometer to the bedside table again, then hovered over Dean looking worried. "Do you think you can manage some soup?"
"Is that what you got me?" Dean asked.
Sam nodded. "From the deli down the street. It's still warm, if you think you can eat it. Chicken noodle."
Dean nodded tiredly and sat himself up a bit. "I'll try."
The smile Sammy beamed his way for that made the sitting up well worth it, Dean felt. Still, it wouldn't hurt to milk the whole sick angle a little more. He gave a pitiful cough that was, of course, completely feigned, and winced as his lungs protested and drove the cough on longer than he'd intended.
Ok, maybe not so feigned.
Sam was back at his side at an instant, all fluttery hands like a worried grandmother, giving him his soup and helping Dean sit up a bit more.
"Take it slowly! And no, that's not all I got you. I also got you these." Sam held up a handful of brightly colored... coloring books?
"Dude, what am I, twelve?" Dean took a hearty swallow of the soup. Oh, that was nice. Felt good on his throat, too.
"No, what you are is bored. It'll be something to do."
Dean gave him a look as he took a second gulp of soup and Sam changed tactics.
"I also got you a few books - you haven't read this one, right?" Sam held up a Terry Pratchet book that he damn well knew Dean had been wanting to read. The other book looked like the latest action novel that was in all the store windows lately.
"And I got some cough drops and crayons for the coloring books."
Dean gave him that look again, and Sam rolled his eyes and snatched the coloring books back up.
"You used to love these when we were kids. And look - this one's Batman."
Dean reached for it with his free hand. "Batman?" Oh man, that rocked. He'd loved Batman when they were kids. He and Sammy used to pretend that Dean was Batman, Sammy was Robin and Dad was whatever villain they needed that week - usually Penguin because it cracked Dean and Sam up when he caved and did his Penguin croak.
Sam watched the way his brother's eyes lit up and grinned. "There's stickers in the back," he urged and smothered a laugh as Dean abandoned the soup to flip excitedly to the back and check out the stickers in all their glossy Batman glory.
"Awesome! There's even Catwoman!" Dean marveled. "Did you get the big box of crayons - the one with about two hundred colors and the sharpener in the back?" he looked up to behold a smirking Sam.
He kicked at him.
Sam laughed and handed over the box of crayons. "Now wasn't this a good idea after all?" he prompted.
Dean shook his head and intoned, "Thank you Sammy," like a good little twenty-six year old who was, in fact, older than his smart-assed little brother.
Sam patted his head. "There, there. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He leaned in and kissed Dean again, gently. "I got you some chapstick too," he remembered and dug it out of his hoodie pocket.
Dean applied it thankfully and then leaned in for another kiss. If Sam wasn't infected by now then he wasn't going to be. He sighed gratefully when Sam let the kiss turn a bit sensual, and then broke away to yawn so big that his jaw cracked. He lay back down.
Sam lifted an eyebrow. "You want to go back to sleep for a little?"
Dean nodded through another yawn, and caught Sam's sleeve as he started to pull away. "Stay. I'm supposed to sweat out the fever anyway. Extra body heat will help."
Sam nodded and stood to get a glass of water and Dean's pills. Excuses aside, Dean was a tactile person and liked to snuggle when he was sick.
"Here, take these." He held out the two little white pills and the water to Dean and then helped his brother lean up enough to swallow them. He watched in approval as Dean drank most of the water before pushing it back towards Sam with a shaky hand. Sam added it and the pill bottle to the collection on the bedside table before stripping down to his boxers and slipping into his side of the bed. He flung one arm around Dean's middle and closed his eyes, feeling his brother give a sleepy cough and settle into Sam's embrace.
The fever was down the next day, Sam was ready to kill Dean the day after that, and the third day found the bedroom in their hotel, the bathroom mirror, and later even the Impala covered in Batman pictures. A few of the stickers made their way onto Sam's laptop and one was mysteriously found caught in Dean's hair.
But Sam figured it was all worth it when he found one page slipped into the carrier for his laptop. It was a picture of Batman and Robin the Boy Wonder swinging into action and it read To Sam, Love Dean in the top left-hand corner in bright green crayon.
By: Venilia Jones
SPN, wincest, PG
Description: fluff written for Kat because she’s sick.
A/N: established relationship.
The feel of Sammy's lips on his and about one hundred fifty odd pounds settling on his stomach woke Dean from a groggy sleep. Dean felt a crack form in the dry skin of his lower lip as he smiled up at his brother.
"Did you get it?" he asked.
Sam held up a white paper bag with the little blue mortar and pestle emblem on it that meant blessed, drug-induced relief.
"Got it," Sammy replied, smugly. "Took a little work for the woman to go for our insurance, though."
Dean shrugged that off. "And I'm sure you gave her your starving puppy stare and made her melt like a snowball in Florida." His throat was raspy.
Sam grinned as he laid a cool palm on Dean's forehead, checking his temperature. "Still took a little work." He sighed and got off his brother's to go rinse the thermometer that had taken up residence on the bedside table in the bathroom sink. He called over his shoulder, "I got you a few other things as well."
Dean perked up. "Yeah? What kind of things?"
Sam strolled back in wiping the thermometer dry on the hem of his hoodie. He climbed back onto the bed, this time beside Dean instead of on top of him, and popped the thermometer into Dean's mouth with a smile that let Dean know that yes, despite his concern Sam was very much enjoying being able to boss Dean around.
Dean rolled his eyes and mumbled something indistinct around the glass rod.
"No talking now," Sam shook his finger at Dean in the most annoying manner possible. "I need to get an accurate temperature from you." But for all his mocking manner Sam still ran his hand through Dean's sweat-soaked hair.
Dean opened one eye (when had he closed them?) to give Sammy a half-hearted glare which made Sam snort.
"You look like a kitten whose nap was interrupted when you do that," he said. "Here."
Dean opened his mouth and allowed Sammy to take and read the thermometer.
"One-oh-one," his brother proclaimed. "Still fever-ish. At least it's gone down a little."
He retired the thermometer to the bedside table again, then hovered over Dean looking worried. "Do you think you can manage some soup?"
"Is that what you got me?" Dean asked.
Sam nodded. "From the deli down the street. It's still warm, if you think you can eat it. Chicken noodle."
Dean nodded tiredly and sat himself up a bit. "I'll try."
The smile Sammy beamed his way for that made the sitting up well worth it, Dean felt. Still, it wouldn't hurt to milk the whole sick angle a little more. He gave a pitiful cough that was, of course, completely feigned, and winced as his lungs protested and drove the cough on longer than he'd intended.
Ok, maybe not so feigned.
Sam was back at his side at an instant, all fluttery hands like a worried grandmother, giving him his soup and helping Dean sit up a bit more.
"Take it slowly! And no, that's not all I got you. I also got you these." Sam held up a handful of brightly colored... coloring books?
"Dude, what am I, twelve?" Dean took a hearty swallow of the soup. Oh, that was nice. Felt good on his throat, too.
"No, what you are is bored. It'll be something to do."
Dean gave him a look as he took a second gulp of soup and Sam changed tactics.
"I also got you a few books - you haven't read this one, right?" Sam held up a Terry Pratchet book that he damn well knew Dean had been wanting to read. The other book looked like the latest action novel that was in all the store windows lately.
"And I got some cough drops and crayons for the coloring books."
Dean gave him that look again, and Sam rolled his eyes and snatched the coloring books back up.
"You used to love these when we were kids. And look - this one's Batman."
Dean reached for it with his free hand. "Batman?" Oh man, that rocked. He'd loved Batman when they were kids. He and Sammy used to pretend that Dean was Batman, Sammy was Robin and Dad was whatever villain they needed that week - usually Penguin because it cracked Dean and Sam up when he caved and did his Penguin croak.
Sam watched the way his brother's eyes lit up and grinned. "There's stickers in the back," he urged and smothered a laugh as Dean abandoned the soup to flip excitedly to the back and check out the stickers in all their glossy Batman glory.
"Awesome! There's even Catwoman!" Dean marveled. "Did you get the big box of crayons - the one with about two hundred colors and the sharpener in the back?" he looked up to behold a smirking Sam.
He kicked at him.
Sam laughed and handed over the box of crayons. "Now wasn't this a good idea after all?" he prompted.
Dean shook his head and intoned, "Thank you Sammy," like a good little twenty-six year old who was, in fact, older than his smart-assed little brother.
Sam patted his head. "There, there. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He leaned in and kissed Dean again, gently. "I got you some chapstick too," he remembered and dug it out of his hoodie pocket.
Dean applied it thankfully and then leaned in for another kiss. If Sam wasn't infected by now then he wasn't going to be. He sighed gratefully when Sam let the kiss turn a bit sensual, and then broke away to yawn so big that his jaw cracked. He lay back down.
Sam lifted an eyebrow. "You want to go back to sleep for a little?"
Dean nodded through another yawn, and caught Sam's sleeve as he started to pull away. "Stay. I'm supposed to sweat out the fever anyway. Extra body heat will help."
Sam nodded and stood to get a glass of water and Dean's pills. Excuses aside, Dean was a tactile person and liked to snuggle when he was sick.
"Here, take these." He held out the two little white pills and the water to Dean and then helped his brother lean up enough to swallow them. He watched in approval as Dean drank most of the water before pushing it back towards Sam with a shaky hand. Sam added it and the pill bottle to the collection on the bedside table before stripping down to his boxers and slipping into his side of the bed. He flung one arm around Dean's middle and closed his eyes, feeling his brother give a sleepy cough and settle into Sam's embrace.
The fever was down the next day, Sam was ready to kill Dean the day after that, and the third day found the bedroom in their hotel, the bathroom mirror, and later even the Impala covered in Batman pictures. A few of the stickers made their way onto Sam's laptop and one was mysteriously found caught in Dean's hair.
But Sam figured it was all worth it when he found one page slipped into the carrier for his laptop. It was a picture of Batman and Robin the Boy Wonder swinging into action and it read To Sam, Love Dean in the top left-hand corner in bright green crayon.