Operation Warm
For the comment-fic prompt: Sam is sick and feverish and shivery and cold. However, he thinks that Dean is cold so he tries to give him his scarf or wrap him up in blankets, until Dean is just like, maybe you should cuddle with me in bed to keep me warm.
"The heat must be broken in here," says Sam, plaintively.
"What are you talking about?" Dean looks up, sees the hectic color in Sam's cheeks, arms wrapped tightly around his chest, and groans inwardly. Kid's got a fever.
Okay, serious or nuisance? Sam hasn't had any major wounds lately, so it's probably not a wound infection. Dean leans over his brother's shoulder and puts a hand on his neck casually. He's definitely feverish, but not dangerously so. Now, what's wrong with him?
As if to answer Dean's question, Sam abruptly turns his head and starts to cough. Okay, he's got a cold then. And from the way he's been pacing the past couple hours, the fever's making him manic rather than sleepy.
Awesome. Manic sick Sam. Just what this night needed.
Sam reaches into his duffle and pulls out a hoodie. At least Sam is trying to get warm, that's something. Instead of putting it on, though, Sam turns around and hands it to him.
"Sam, why are you giving me your shirt?"
"You're always colder than me, so you must be freezing in here."
"Yeah, except when you're sick."
"I'm not sick." Sam's face is guileless. "The heat's just broken. Now, put this on." He starts stuffing the shirt over his brother's head, squishing the points of his spiked hair.
Rather than get into some ridiculous wrestling match, Dean slides into the hoodie. "Why don't you put one on, too? And maybe have a seat on the bed. I think it's warmer on this side of the room."
Sam isn't having any of it, though. He's pacing back and forth across the room, hands gesturing wildly and eyes too bright. Why had Dean not noticed earlier that his little brother was getting sick? Possibly before he got quite so wound up?
Well, however it happened, Sam won't get better until he sleeps. Which might require some sneakiness on Dean's part.
"Look, I guess I am pretty cold," Dean says, pulling back the covers on his bed. "And the hoodie helps, but you know what would help more?"
"What?" Sam asks earnestly.
"If you'd come under the blankets with me. You know, share body heat. Only way to keep warm, with the heat broken." Dean pressed his hand to the perfectly warm radiator and bit back a grin.
Sam all but dove for the blankets. Once under, he twitched and turned and flipped around nonstop until finally Dean threw an arm over his chest. Finally, Sam curled into a ball, wrapped tightly in blankets.
By the time Sam stopped shivering, both were deeply asleep.
"The heat must be broken in here," says Sam, plaintively.
"What are you talking about?" Dean looks up, sees the hectic color in Sam's cheeks, arms wrapped tightly around his chest, and groans inwardly. Kid's got a fever.
Okay, serious or nuisance? Sam hasn't had any major wounds lately, so it's probably not a wound infection. Dean leans over his brother's shoulder and puts a hand on his neck casually. He's definitely feverish, but not dangerously so. Now, what's wrong with him?
As if to answer Dean's question, Sam abruptly turns his head and starts to cough. Okay, he's got a cold then. And from the way he's been pacing the past couple hours, the fever's making him manic rather than sleepy.
Awesome. Manic sick Sam. Just what this night needed.
Sam reaches into his duffle and pulls out a hoodie. At least Sam is trying to get warm, that's something. Instead of putting it on, though, Sam turns around and hands it to him.
"Sam, why are you giving me your shirt?"
"You're always colder than me, so you must be freezing in here."
"Yeah, except when you're sick."
"I'm not sick." Sam's face is guileless. "The heat's just broken. Now, put this on." He starts stuffing the shirt over his brother's head, squishing the points of his spiked hair.
Rather than get into some ridiculous wrestling match, Dean slides into the hoodie. "Why don't you put one on, too? And maybe have a seat on the bed. I think it's warmer on this side of the room."
Sam isn't having any of it, though. He's pacing back and forth across the room, hands gesturing wildly and eyes too bright. Why had Dean not noticed earlier that his little brother was getting sick? Possibly before he got quite so wound up?
Well, however it happened, Sam won't get better until he sleeps. Which might require some sneakiness on Dean's part.
"Look, I guess I am pretty cold," Dean says, pulling back the covers on his bed. "And the hoodie helps, but you know what would help more?"
"What?" Sam asks earnestly.
"If you'd come under the blankets with me. You know, share body heat. Only way to keep warm, with the heat broken." Dean pressed his hand to the perfectly warm radiator and bit back a grin.
Sam all but dove for the blankets. Once under, he twitched and turned and flipped around nonstop until finally Dean threw an arm over his chest. Finally, Sam curled into a ball, wrapped tightly in blankets.
By the time Sam stopped shivering, both were deeply asleep.