Like an Old Biddy - SPN
Title: Like an old Biddy
Author: youaredriving (aka Scarletsptember)
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Eh, Teen
Warning: Hurt/Comfort and the mean use of poison ivy
Disclaimer: No harm intended.
Summary: Poison Ivy, if burned and then inhaled, can cause a rash to appear on the lining of the lungs causing extreme pain or possible fatal respiratory difficulty. It's just Sam's luck that he has the pleasure of inhaling said smoke.
This was taken from this prompt over at ohsam. I did consult my Mother (who is a Respiratory Therapist and looked at me like I was nuts when I asked her what what happen if someone did this. Apparently it happens a lot where I live. People don't die BTW they just whine and get really weak)
Also - my sister would be proud. I didn't burn Sam in a the firy depths of hell. I gave him poison ivy. Go me!
They had stopped at a diner in some backwater town in Louisiana to grab a bite to eat. They were sitting out side basking in the rare day of no humidity when halfway through Dean’s third bowl of gumbo and Sam’s impatient tapping the neighbor two miles down the road lit up the mountainous pile of tree limbs and shrubs he was trying to clear from his yard.
Sam’s eyes started to water and he started to cough into his hand as the smoke drifted there way with a soft breeze. “Dean, hurry up.”
“Stop being such a princess,” Dean grumbled as he dipped the last bit of bread in the soupy liquid and shoving it in his mouth. He pulled his wallet from his pocket and tossed thirty bucks on the table and gestured for Sam to follow. “It’s not that bad.”
Sam wiped at his eyes and coughed, “Let’s just go. We need to be in Baton Rouge before night fall.”
“Well be there.”
“Sure,” Sam nodded and hoped they got away from this town and the smoke as quickly as possible.
The next morning Sam woke up with a raspy cough and he couldn’t seem to drink enough water to sooth the burn in his chest. Sam let out a nasty bone wreaking cough before taking a steaming shower and getting ready for the day. They had bones to burn.
By the end of the week a blistery rash appeared on his chest along with the cough that just seemed to get worse every morning he woke up. Sam curled up on his bed and hid under the covers.
“Dude, get up.” Dean tugged at the covers. “We got to get you some medicine or something. This isn’t getting better. It’s getting worse.”
Sam let out a grunt, “I know.”
“Let’s see the rash.” Dean peeled the covers back and Sam rolled on to his back. Dean let out a hiss of pain. “Dude, what the hell did you get into. It looks like poison ivy.”
“It feels like it.” Sam grunted as he stood up and started moving around the room getting dressed. He pressed a hand to his side and closed his eyes trying to take a deep breath.
“Hurts to breathe?” Dean rubbed a hand over Sam’s back and Sam let out a relieved sigh. “Look just get back in bed and I’ll be back. I’ll have the whole nine yards with me for poison ivy. I’ll even talk to the pharmacist to see if they have any ideas as to what to do for that cough of yours.”
Sam burrowed back underneath his cocoon of blankets while Dean disappeared and tried to sleep a little bit longer. He had just fallen into a sleep doze when the door to the motel opened a weight settled next to him on the bed. “Sammy, wake up.”
Sam let out of chest rattling cough before he came out from beneath the covers and looked up at Dean.
“The pharmacist said it sounded like you inhaled poison ivy man. It happens around here. The only thing you can do for the cough is lots of warm fluids, suppressants or head to the hospital for a breathing treatment. You gotta let the cough run it’s course unless it gets too bad.”
Sam rolled into the pillow muffling more coughing before he eyed Dean. “But the rest of your pain, I can help you with. I’ve got Benadryl, oatmeal bath mixtures if you really want to take one, and some good ole fashioned pink Calamine lotion.”
“Sweet relief,” Sam sighed before he started hacking up a lung.
“And I’ll figure out some way to rig the coffee maker up so I can make you this tea shit,” Dean scrunched his nose up and Sam couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. He immediately regretted and clutched at his chest as he let out another batch of raspy coughs.
“Don’t die Sam,” Dean rubbed a hand just below Sam’s sternum before he got up and made his way over to the coffee maker. “Kind of need you man.”
Sam set the bottle of Calamine lotion on the nightstand and swallowed down a Benadryl. “Ditto.”
“Who says that?” Dean quirked a brow at the coffee maker and looked back at Sam who was already closing his eyes. “Good thing we don’t have plans for the next week or so.”
“Right.” Sam pressed a hand against his chest and sighed. “Thank Jesus.”
Dean snorted. “How many of those pretty pink pills did you take man?”
“Enough,” Sam gurgled out and watched Dean pour a steaming cup of tea out of the coffee maker amazed. “No way.”
“Uh huh and we’ll never speak of this again. Nothing but coffee should be made from that. Drink before you pass out, Gigantor.” Dean watched as Sam sipped at the tea happily before he let out a satisfied cough. Sam passed the cup back over to him and curled back into the nest he made of the motel blankets and pillows. “Right, well I guess I’ll just watch television or something.”
The blistery rash was gone but the cough lingered. Sam was finishing off his last cup of Dean’s coffee maker made tea when he choked on the warm liquid and started coughing until he couldn’t breathe. Dean rubbed a soothing hand along Sam’s back, “You sure you’re ready to leave man?”
“They’re probably getting suspicious as to who you’re keeping in here.” Sam grinned as he wiped his mouth clean and dug around his bag for a clean shirt to change into. He ignored the tightness in his chest as he sucked in another deep breath and pulled on a shirt. “The cough will eventually go away.”
“Dude you can barely make it to the Impala with out having to stop and gasp for air like an old biddy.”
“Dude it burns,” Sam closed his eyes ignoring Dean’s bright grin.
“Don’t make me say it Sam.” Dean muffled his laugh.
“Then don’t say it,” Sam threw the tea stained shirt at Dean’s face, “Jackass.”
“Uh huh,” Dean held their bags as he waited for Sam by the door, “So princess to fairer weather?”
Sam made it to the Impala before he was leaning over the trunk looking up at Dean with sweat dripping over his brow, “Yeah, preferably something dryer because all this humidity is killing me.”
“If that’s what you want to believe.” Dean watched as Sam settled into the seat. He balled his jacket up against the window and closed his eyes already dozing. Dean let out a sigh as he started the Impala up and pulled from the lot. Dry weather might help but Sam wasn’t going to be hunting anytime soon.