Challenge Word: Relax.
Bonus Challenge: Sick!Sammy, caring!John. Done and done.
Word Count: 100! Yay!
A/N: Added a bit o' wee!chester in there. Because... ya know. :D
Dean is probably somewhere cleaning guns or making Sammy some chicken noodle soup or something. Happy B-day, Sammygirl1963! I hope this is to your liking.
Summary: E/O Challenge: Relax. --Young Sam isn't feeling very well.-- Happy B-day, Sammygirl1963!
Relax
It starts with the sniffles and a sore throat. Two days later finds Sammy laid out in bed, covers thrown onto the floor as the fan clicks away in the corner, circulating warm air and making it slightly less warm. Feels like a cool breeze to him when he wakes up sometime around noon.
"Hey, buddy..." A calloused but gentle hand comes to rest on his forehead. "How ya feelin'?"
"Not good." He hardly recognizes his own voice. John wipes the sweat from Sam's brow, gives him some cough syrup.
"You'll feel better soon. Just relax."