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Hallo! I haven't been on my Fan Fiction account lately, because my muse has all but died. I became more interested in watching TV than writing about it, plus my laptop is terribly slow and my tablet is much more appealing (unfortunately, my tablet doesn't write up documents well). Anyway, I fell in love with Supernatural, and this fic idea sounded perfect for the brothers.
I came down with a pretty fierce cold on Sunday, which lit up the idea for this story and it progressed into a (hopefully) cute, two- chapter fic. This is my first published Supernatural fic.
Thanks for reading, you guys! Chapter two should be put up pretty soon.
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Twelve year old Dean listened as an eight year old Sam sniffled for the umpteenth time during the night. Dean had slept lightly, listening for any other signs of discomfort from his little brother- who was sick with the winter cold- that would progress past the stuffy nose and sore throat.
Sure enough, as expected, Sam awoke from his feverish slumber with confused grunts, rubbing his face in an attempt to rid the tightness from it. He stumbled out of bed towards the bathroom, where he blew his nose, snot flying out with a vengeance.
Dean followed his little brother, watching from behind the open door as Sam sat down miserably on the closed toilet, still blowing his nose. Sam would vehemently refuse any medicine offered, even though, by the looks of it, he needed it badly. It was a childish instinct, he supposed, to refuse anything that tasted fake. He'd have to sneak some medication into his brother another way.
"Sammy, so you want something to make you feel better?"
Sam looked at him suspiciously, his bloodshot eyes standing out in the glow of the nightlight. "Like what?"
Dean shrugged nonchalantly. "We have some orange juice."
He could pick out the exact moment Sam's eyes lit up with delight at such a treat. They didn't receive sweets often, especially in the form of beverages, but John had to go away on a long hunt - and because he was conscious of Sam's sickness- he had given them a bottle of orange juice.
"I'll be in the kitchen," Dean said, heading down the hall to the before- mentioned room. He filled a glass with orange juice, then quickly dropped a chewable cold- relief pill into the juice. He stirred the drink, hoping that the pill would dissolve in time before Sam saw it.
Sam slowly walked into the room, rubbing his eyes with his fists. He pulled a seat out a the kitchen table and sat down, smiling as Dean handed him the glass of juice.
"Drink up, buddy," Dean said as he served himself a bit of the orange liquid.
In less than five minutes, both brothers had downed their drinks. Dean was relieved to see that the pill had dissolved in the juice.
The pill also doubled as a sleeping aid, so Dean wasn't surprised when Sam began to rub his eyes again, mumbling something about going back to bed.
Dean put their empty glasses away, mentally noting that they were to be washed after breakfast the next morning, and helped Sam back down the hall and into their bedroom. He waited until he could hear Sam's even breathing, a sure sign of sleep, before he allowed himself to drift off into sleep.