Sam's Special Guy

by Mad Server

"Hey bunny."

Dean blinks up from his bowl of corn flakes to where Sam's framed in the motel room doorway. A chilly spring breeze drifts in past him. The tree across the street is breaking out in bright pink blossoms.

"Did you just call me bunny?"

"Yeah." Sam shrugs, mouth spread in a goofy smile as he shucks off his jacket. His gaze never leaves Dean. "What's the matter, pooky?"

Dean looks his brother up and down, sucks his spoon clean. "I dunno, cuddle bear. You tell me."

"I brought you some bacon." Sam puts a styrofoam takeout box on the table beside Dean, ruffles cool fingers through his hair. "You loooove bacon."

"I do love bacon." Dean abandons his bowl, turns to face his brother. "Okay seriously, what's with you?"

"What do you mean?" Sam's hands smooth over Dean's forehead, down his cheeks to cup his face. Sam bends low, brings their noses tip to tip. "You're my special guy. I just want to make sure you know how special you are."

Dean plants a testing palm on Sam's forehead. "Uh huh."

:::

"That's what you get for giving her the cold shoulder." Dean snickers in the driver's seat, drinks in Sam's blushing face. "Always mind your manners, snuggle pie. You never know who might turn out to be a witch."

:::

"You coming to bed, angel cake?"

"Shut up."

"How about a little back rub for your special guy?"

"Dean, I swear to god."

:::

"Sam?"

"Mm."

Dean hunches forward at the picnic table, kneads his stomach. He blinks past a wave of spots.

"What, man?"

"I, uh." He passes a hand over his hot forehead. "Nothing."

:::

"How you doing in there?"

Dean spits into the toilet bowl and blows out a shaky breath. "I dunno."

"You need anything?"

He folds a length of toilet paper around his nose and blows. "I dunno."

"Water?"

Dean gazes up at the faucet. "Forget it."

:::

"What's the matter with you?"

Dean curls tighter in the bed, shakes with a violent shiver. "It's called the flu."

Sam stretches out behind him on, brushes cool fingers over his ear. He kisses his temple. "Is that all?"

"What do you think?"

"Dean..." Sam soothes a palm down Dean's side, rests it at his hip. "Cuddle muffin?"

Dean stays very still.

"Baby bear."

He sniffles.

"My little honey bean." Sam cards his fingers through the hair at the back of Dean's head, kisses his crown.

Dean rolls to face him. Sam's face is smiling, earnest.

"Your special guy?"

Sam kisses his eyelids and hugs him in close. "Always my special guy."

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end

Prompt: Sam/Dean. Sam is struck by a Valentine's Day curse by someone who thinks they're hilarious. It's pretty benign as far as curses go, and basically just makes him try and cuddle Dean all day and call him horribly schmoopy pet names and tell him he loooooooves him. Afterwards, Dean spends a lot of time making fun of him and Sam pouts.

But THEN, a week or so later Dean gets sick or hurt and he wants cuddly!Sam back. Sam acquiesces.

Or SOMETHING like that, I'm not picky.