E/O Challenge (week 10)

Hi. I am new to the EO challenge, but got friends who do em and they look like a lot of fun. I understand that this is a birthday week for MadServer. Happy birthday (us March people rock the world don't we!?). Hope you got a bundle of great stories.

As for me... I am just trying to keep up, please bare with me :) Thank you.

Theme: Dean has a fever.

Words: 503

"Keep him warm and keep an eye on him." John smiled at his youngest, ruffling his hair, then left the apartment.

Little Sammy stood dead silent wondering where to start. Warm, keep him warm. He ran out of the room then came back with every blanket and comforter in the place and started stacking them gently over his brother, needing a chair for the last few blankets. He looked at his brother who was still shaking though barely visible under the mountain of soft and warm. It isn't really helping, why is he still shivering? The little boy thought wondering where his dad was right now. He said he'd be back in a flash, it's been a flash already, a loooooong flash.

Dean started to mumble inn his sleep and slowly his body started to settle down a little bit, then he fell silent. Sam stood there watching, wondering. A hint of panic started to settle in his belly. He'd seen it inn a movie once, first they were cold then they died, omg he is DEAD? Tears filled his eyes as he rocked from left to right on his little feet. Can I wake him? Sometimes they can wake the dead... if they love them they can wake the dead.

"Dean?" He tried to nudge his brother but under all the covers it was hard to see if he even moved.

"Deeeaaaan?" Sammy poked Dean's forehead, not inn a mean way but inn a more brotherly way.

Big tears started to roll down the little boys cheek. Where is dad? He walked over to the chair and sat down pulling his knees to him and sobbed. He looked at the clock and time moved so slow it was like it had stopped completely. Dad... I am a big boy but I need help saving Dean? ...Help.

Suddenly the top blanket fell off, and Sammy got a brilliant idea. He ran over to his brothers side and started to pull of every blanket he had spent so much time and effort getting on him. Once there were only a few layers left he gripped his oldest brothers shoulder as hard as he could, shaking him like crazy.

"Deeeeaaaaan, wake up!" Dean didn't move. "Wake uuuuup, I love you and you are supposed to wake up!"

"Sammy?" Dean was barely able to open his eyes and looked into his baby brothers face filled with tears. "What's wrong Sammy?"

"Boys?" The front door closed and John walked inn.

"Daddyyyy." Sam broke out inn a full on cry and ran into his fathers embrace. "Dean died and I had to bring him back."

John soothed his youngest and picked him up, together they walked over to where Dean were fast asleep again. John figured what had happened but thought he'd take that talk another day. "You did great baby boy, you did great".

Little Sammy looked at his brother then back at his dad. "Dean doesn't get to have a fever anymore! I don't like it!"

End