Fic: Don't Go To Sleep (SPN)
Genre: Sick!fic, oneshot
Category: Gen
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam
Warning: Very mild language.
Word Count: 895
Disclaimer: They're pretty, but they're not mine.
Don't Go To Sleep
"Dean."
"Sammy... Glad I got ya."
"What's going on? Is everything alright?"
"... How's school going?"
"Dean... School's fine. What are you calling for?"
"..."
"Dean?"
"Mm. I'm here, Sam."
"Are you hurt?"
"... I'm not - "
"Dean, are you okay? You sound terrible."
"..."
"Where's dad?"
"Hunt."
"And where are you?"
"Motel... Somewhere... Don't remember."
"He's not... You're on your own?"
"Yeah."
"Dean, tell me what's going on."
"..."
"How long you been coughing like that?"
"What? You pre-med now?"
"Ha ha."
"I guess about a week..."
"Have you seen a doctor?"
"Heh, you're funny, Sam."
"Dude, seriously..."
"Well, 'm kinda low on cash."
"Dean - "
"What are you doing?"
"I'm, uh, I'm actually studying. I have an exam in the morning."
"In the morning? Sam, it's... 2am."
"Yeah... Can't sleep. I dunno. Had one of those feelings..."
"Don't worry. I get 'em too."
"You do?"
"Mm."
"And you don't call?"
"Hey, you didn't call me either."
"Dean..."
"..."
"Jesus, Dean, you're not okay."
"I will be..."
"Dean, where are you?"
"Don't worry about me, Sam."
"Dean, you need help..."
"You have an exam, dude. School 'n stuff..."
"Tell me where you are, I'll call an ambulance."
"No!"
"Dean."
"Just don't hang up, Sammy. Please..."
"... I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For walking out. I wanted to get away from dad, not you..."
"Talk about something else, Sam."
"Dean, I - "
"Talk about something else."
"..."
"..."
"Dean, you still there?... Dean?"
"Hm? I'm here, Sam."
"Don't go to sleep just yet..."
"Okay..."
"Do you have a thermometer in the first aid kit?"
"... Uh, I think so."
"Have you taken your temperature?"
"..."
"Hey, Dean? Ya'alright?"
"'M good... Shit..."
"Can you get to the first aid kit?"
"Not gonna lie... you're asking a lot."
"How bad is it, Dean? What are we dealing with?"
"It was a little kid, learn to swim class. Teacher carked it right in front of them. Kids, man..."
"You picked it up from the kids? Cold? Flu? Measles? Give me a clue."
"Thought the 4 pack a day smokers cough gave it away... Gone straight to my chest."
"Have you called dad?"
"..."
"Okay, breathe, man. Breathe."
"..."
"Hey, hey, hey! Dean, ya there? No, don't go to sleep yet. Come on."
"..."
"I'm hanging up this phone and turning on your gps - "
"Huh? What? Sam, no."
"Well, don't friggen scare me like that, geez."
"Sorry... I'm just so friggen tired."
"When was the last time you slept?"
"Hm, don't remember. Coughing keeps me up..."
"Do you have medicine or anything?"
"I got a bottle of Jack?"
"Not that kind of medicine, Dean."
"Heh, I got Vicodin..."
"Cough syrup or anything?"
"Just Vicodin..."
"Have you taken any?"
"I'll have to get it from the car... I dunno if..."
"Dean, you have to get something. Get reception to call you a doctor."
"It's 2am, Sam."
"I don't friggen care! You're sick, Dean! Really sick and you're on you own and - "
"Stop, Sam... Please."
"Dean... You know what I'm most scared of? It's getting a call about you or dad... saying they found your body somewhere."
"Come on, Sam..."
"No, Dean. You don't look after yourself. You never have."
"Shut up, alright. I'm getting the Vicodin."
"Are you okay?"
"..."
"Dean?"
"..."
"What was that noise? Did you fall over?"
"'M okay..."
"What's going on?"
"Well, now I'm on the floor."
"... Can you get up?"
"This carpet is filthy..."
"Dean..."
"I'm up. I'm up."
"Grab the blankets from the car too and make sure you get the thermometer..."
"... Only got two hands, Sam. Gonna have to put you down."
"Just make sure you pick me back up, or I really will call an ambulance."
"Alright, alright..."
"Son of a bitch..."
"..."
"Dean?"
"..."
"You there?"
"..."
"Shit..."
"..."
"Dean?"
"Hang on..."
"..."
"Crap."
"Hey! You alright? What was that?"
"Son of a... friggen..."
"Pick up the phone, Dean."
"..."
"Okay, you're alright. Just let it out."
"God, Sam... My friggen chest."
"Dean..."
"It's alright, Sammy... It's alright."
"Did you get the stuff?"
"Yah..."
"You okay?"
"'M friggen... Uh, God..."
"Okay, slow it down. What's happening?"
"'M on the floor... Just let me..."
"Dean?"
"Shit... Just gonna stay here."
"God, Dean..."
"I got blankets..."
"Okay, okay... Just rest for a second. Did you get the Vicodin?"
"Mm..."
"Jesus, man, that cough -"
"Shut up."
“Did you take it?”
“What?”
“The Vicodin, Dean.”
“Uh, yeah, swallowed them out at the car.”
“Them? How many did you take?”
“A few…”
“…”
“…”
“You should take your temperature.”
“Way a’ead o’ you.”
“…”
“…”
“What is it, Dean?”
“104.”
“Shit.”
“It’s not so bad, Sammy. I’m gonna get in bed…”
“Okay, good. That’s good.”
“…”
"Dean... where are you?"
"..."
"Don't fall asleep."
"'M not asleep."
"Please, tell me where you are."
"… Arizona. Sun Motel... Room 305."
"You know as soon as I get off the phone I'm calling dad?"
"Yeah... Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
"Are you hanging up now?"
"... I'll call you straight back."
"You promise?"
"I promise, Dean. As soon as I talk to dad, I'll call you back."
"Mm... Okay..."
"Dean?"
"Hm?"
"You promise you'll answer?"
"..."
"Dean?"
"I promise, Sammy."
“Keep the phone in your hand.”
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"It's good to talk to you."
"You too."
"..."
"Dean?"
"..."
*Click*
Category: Gen
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam
Warning: Very mild language.
Word Count: 895
Disclaimer: They're pretty, but they're not mine.
Don't Go To Sleep
"Dean."
"Sammy... Glad I got ya."
"What's going on? Is everything alright?"
"... How's school going?"
"Dean... School's fine. What are you calling for?"
"..."
"Dean?"
"Mm. I'm here, Sam."
"Are you hurt?"
"... I'm not - "
"Dean, are you okay? You sound terrible."
"..."
"Where's dad?"
"Hunt."
"And where are you?"
"Motel... Somewhere... Don't remember."
"He's not... You're on your own?"
"Yeah."
"Dean, tell me what's going on."
"..."
"How long you been coughing like that?"
"What? You pre-med now?"
"Ha ha."
"I guess about a week..."
"Have you seen a doctor?"
"Heh, you're funny, Sam."
"Dude, seriously..."
"Well, 'm kinda low on cash."
"Dean - "
"What are you doing?"
"I'm, uh, I'm actually studying. I have an exam in the morning."
"In the morning? Sam, it's... 2am."
"Yeah... Can't sleep. I dunno. Had one of those feelings..."
"Don't worry. I get 'em too."
"You do?"
"Mm."
"And you don't call?"
"Hey, you didn't call me either."
"Dean..."
"..."
"Jesus, Dean, you're not okay."
"I will be..."
"Dean, where are you?"
"Don't worry about me, Sam."
"Dean, you need help..."
"You have an exam, dude. School 'n stuff..."
"Tell me where you are, I'll call an ambulance."
"No!"
"Dean."
"Just don't hang up, Sammy. Please..."
"... I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For walking out. I wanted to get away from dad, not you..."
"Talk about something else, Sam."
"Dean, I - "
"Talk about something else."
"..."
"..."
"Dean, you still there?... Dean?"
"Hm? I'm here, Sam."
"Don't go to sleep just yet..."
"Okay..."
"Do you have a thermometer in the first aid kit?"
"... Uh, I think so."
"Have you taken your temperature?"
"..."
"Hey, Dean? Ya'alright?"
"'M good... Shit..."
"Can you get to the first aid kit?"
"Not gonna lie... you're asking a lot."
"How bad is it, Dean? What are we dealing with?"
"It was a little kid, learn to swim class. Teacher carked it right in front of them. Kids, man..."
"You picked it up from the kids? Cold? Flu? Measles? Give me a clue."
"Thought the 4 pack a day smokers cough gave it away... Gone straight to my chest."
"Have you called dad?"
"..."
"Okay, breathe, man. Breathe."
"..."
"Hey, hey, hey! Dean, ya there? No, don't go to sleep yet. Come on."
"..."
"I'm hanging up this phone and turning on your gps - "
"Huh? What? Sam, no."
"Well, don't friggen scare me like that, geez."
"Sorry... I'm just so friggen tired."
"When was the last time you slept?"
"Hm, don't remember. Coughing keeps me up..."
"Do you have medicine or anything?"
"I got a bottle of Jack?"
"Not that kind of medicine, Dean."
"Heh, I got Vicodin..."
"Cough syrup or anything?"
"Just Vicodin..."
"Have you taken any?"
"I'll have to get it from the car... I dunno if..."
"Dean, you have to get something. Get reception to call you a doctor."
"It's 2am, Sam."
"I don't friggen care! You're sick, Dean! Really sick and you're on you own and - "
"Stop, Sam... Please."
"Dean... You know what I'm most scared of? It's getting a call about you or dad... saying they found your body somewhere."
"Come on, Sam..."
"No, Dean. You don't look after yourself. You never have."
"Shut up, alright. I'm getting the Vicodin."
"Are you okay?"
"..."
"Dean?"
"..."
"What was that noise? Did you fall over?"
"'M okay..."
"What's going on?"
"Well, now I'm on the floor."
"... Can you get up?"
"This carpet is filthy..."
"Dean..."
"I'm up. I'm up."
"Grab the blankets from the car too and make sure you get the thermometer..."
"... Only got two hands, Sam. Gonna have to put you down."
"Just make sure you pick me back up, or I really will call an ambulance."
"Alright, alright..."
"Son of a bitch..."
"..."
"Dean?"
"..."
"You there?"
"..."
"Shit..."
"..."
"Dean?"
"Hang on..."
"..."
"Crap."
"Hey! You alright? What was that?"
"Son of a... friggen..."
"Pick up the phone, Dean."
"..."
"Okay, you're alright. Just let it out."
"God, Sam... My friggen chest."
"Dean..."
"It's alright, Sammy... It's alright."
"Did you get the stuff?"
"Yah..."
"You okay?"
"'M friggen... Uh, God..."
"Okay, slow it down. What's happening?"
"'M on the floor... Just let me..."
"Dean?"
"Shit... Just gonna stay here."
"God, Dean..."
"I got blankets..."
"Okay, okay... Just rest for a second. Did you get the Vicodin?"
"Mm..."
"Jesus, man, that cough -"
"Shut up."
“Did you take it?”
“What?”
“The Vicodin, Dean.”
“Uh, yeah, swallowed them out at the car.”
“Them? How many did you take?”
“A few…”
“…”
“…”
“You should take your temperature.”
“Way a’ead o’ you.”
“…”
“…”
“What is it, Dean?”
“104.”
“Shit.”
“It’s not so bad, Sammy. I’m gonna get in bed…”
“Okay, good. That’s good.”
“…”
"Dean... where are you?"
"..."
"Don't fall asleep."
"'M not asleep."
"Please, tell me where you are."
"… Arizona. Sun Motel... Room 305."
"You know as soon as I get off the phone I'm calling dad?"
"Yeah... Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
"Are you hanging up now?"
"... I'll call you straight back."
"You promise?"
"I promise, Dean. As soon as I talk to dad, I'll call you back."
"Mm... Okay..."
"Dean?"
"Hm?"
"You promise you'll answer?"
"..."
"Dean?"
"I promise, Sammy."
“Keep the phone in your hand.”
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"It's good to talk to you."
"You too."
"..."
"Dean?"
"..."
*Click*