60th story on the air! I hope you like it

This story bellow, takes place a few monts after Wishing for a Merry Christmas and it´s based more or less on the episode Yellow Fever and the idea for it, was just a cup of coffe i drank at the morning (with milk)

And as well as my other stories, Sam is mentally challenged. So, both Winchester brothers are adults (29 and 26 years old respectively) but Sam had the mind and emotional level of a 4 years old child

Besides that, I don´t have much to say about this story, just that the monster is actually a Gypsy, just this, otherwhise, i will give you a spoiler

This way, i take my leavee and wish all of you, a delightful reading,

Dr. Serpico

CHAPTER 1

John Winchester woke up to a loud hacking cough and a whimper coming from the other hotel bed. He and his older son Dean, sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. John's youngest son, Sam, whimpered as tears were streaming down his face.

"Daddy." Sam said his voice hoarse as another round of hard coughing made him sit up and something thick and yellow fell on his shirt.

Since the beginning of that week, John has taken his sons to Georgia to solve a case of a spirit possession. Everything was going well, but earlier that same day after staying to long in the cold weather, Sam ended up getting a nasty cold. Effectively screwing his father and brother´s plan.

John rushed towards Sam's side while Dean ran to the bathroom to grab a few towels.

"Sammy..." John placed a hand to Sam's forehead, "You're burning up."

"Daddy, I don't feel so good." John grabbed one of the two towels and began to wipe at Sam's shirt while holding back to his own gag reflexes.

"Dean, go get me a cold washcloth." Dean nodded and rushed back into the bathroom before running back with the damp cloth, "Sam I need to you keep this on your head, okay."

"Daddy, it's cold." Sam complained eyes wincing against the cold.

"It has to be cold to cool you down. It's going to help get better faster." Sam let out another loud cough.

"Dad, here." Dean said and John turned his head as Dean handed him a small plastic cup filled with some deep purple liquid.

"I don't want it." Sam complained, pushing the cup away from his mouth.

"Samuel Thomas Winchester you need to drink this." John said, his stern voice making his young son reluctantly drink the medicine down. "Could you get another one ready for later?"

"There was barely enough for that one cup." Dean said while grabbing his jacket that he had thrown on the back of a chair. "I'm going out to pick up some more."

"Hurry back." John said, picking up the now warm washcloth, "You know how your brother gets when he's sick."

"Yeah, I know." Dean said before rushing out the door and into the storm that brewed outside.

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The older Winchester brother walked as fast as he could towards the pharmacist and handed him the slip of paper to help get the medicine he needed. The doctor smiled and said that it would be a few minutes before it was completed and that he'll call him once it was filled.

Dean nodded and began to walk around the tiny store and decided to grab a few items. Some items such as snacks, coffee and other necessities to help his dad and him be able to control his younger brother.

It was on the coffee aisle that Dean saw an old gypsy woman desperately reaching for a tub of coffee. He walked up and handed her the container, but was annoyed that she didn't want it because it wasn't the right kind she wanted. She reached up to place the coffee on the top shelf but Dean grabbed it and scowled at her.

"Help me find the Maxwell House coffee?" She asked and Dean let out a long sigh. He never liked cheap coffee but he handed her the container back.

"That is the Maxwell House brand." He said grabbing a smaller tin. "Check your glasses, grandma." He said turning around and leaving once he heard his name being called over the loud speaker saying his prescription had been filled.

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Back at the hotel, John sat next to his young son, his eyes closed. When the door of the hotel had opened, John stirred awake and saw Dean walking in his head low, clutching a small paper bag. "Any problems?"

"Just this storm." Dean said tossing his jacket back over the back of the chair. "How's Sammy?"

"Still burning up. But the medicine seems to be helping." The father say ''Is everything really okay?''

''Yes Sir, it is.'' Dean furrowed his eyebrows, ''Why?''

''Nothing. Do you mind keeping an eye on your brother for a while? I want to stretch my legs.'' He said, and walked away.

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Once outside the motel room, John keep watching the rain fell down and thought it could be Mary, crying, because of her family, or God trying to help washing the evil from the world. Suddenly, the older man was startled by someone touching his shoulder

''What…?'' he snapped, turning around and coming face to face with an old woman, wearing a pair of two big glasses and a blanket around her shoulders.

''I'm so sorry for having scared you, Sir.'' She said in a amiable way.

'No problem, ma´am.'' John said and smiled.

''I see you are very worried, young man. Any problems?'' she asked.

''Thanks for calling me young!'' John laughed, ''I'm just worried for my son. He´s sick'."

''Oh, I see... I have a sick child as well. A beautiful daughter... victim to the most horrible disease, cancer.'' She said, ''And I'm working to get money for her medicine.'' She finished and bent down to open the lid of her bag and take from inside a cup of hot coffee and a piece of cake, ''Here. I´m selling coffee and cake, to get some money. But for you, I give it for free."

''Thank you, Ma´am.'' John said confused. He knew he couldn´t accept the coffee, but something in that woman made his heart melt and he take the coffee anyway with a smile.

''I hope your son gets better soon.'' she said and limped away.

Once the old lady was out of sight, John took a bite from the cake and found it tasted strange. He threw it at the first trash can he found and drank the coffee in one gulp, feeling the hot liquid fall down into his stomach. He walked back to the room, to meet his sons.

''Dean!'' He said, as soon as he arrived at the room. Sam was still soundly sleeping, ''Go to sleep and tomorrow we're going back home'.'

''Why? What about the hunt?''

''I can´t hunt with your brother sick like this and we can´t afford him having a seizure. I can't concentrate on the hunt, worrying about you two'.'

''Okay dad. You get some sleep too." Dean nodded, going back to his own bed.

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By the next morning, once Sam was feeling a little better, John called Bobby and told him he was giving up this hunt because of Sam´s current condition. Then, he packed their things and they went away.

On their way back home, Dean realized something and looked at his father.

''Dad, why are you going slowly?''

''I'm trying to keep the speed limit, why?'' John asked.

''Nothing...you just always drive so fast.'' Dean commented, looking at the sleeping form of his brother on the backseat.

''Well next time I try to get over the speed limit, remind me not to.'' John answered and in response, Dean stayed in a confused silence