AN: I did a double this week, so sue me. I think this is the first double I've done, other than when the WOW ordered it. But I couldn't do this in just 100 words, so 200 will have to siffuce.
Dean coughed hard into his blanket, a low moan coming from his raw throat when it was finished. Sam sneezed before wiping his runny nose on his own blanket. Bobby made a face but didn't comment.
"If you idjits get me sick you'll be out on your asses," he grumbled as he went into the kitchen to check on the soup. He may gripe about it but he was taking care of his boys no matter what.
He poured them each a bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup, taking it to where they were swaddled in blankets on opposite ends of his couch. They took the bowls and dug in, Dean at least managing a pathetic sounding 'thanks' before Bobby went back into the kitchen to wash the dishes.
A pale angel appeared beside him, his nose red, dark circles spreading out from his eyes. "I think my waning grace has allowed me to catch Sam and Dean's flu," he said, his voice very nasally. Bobby sighed and steered him to the couch, tucking him in between Sam and Dean, wrapping him in another blanket before fetching him some chicken noodle soup.
Yep, he was taking care of his boys.