A/N: Like you guys didn't see this one coming. After rewatching Jump the Shark had to make sick!Adam with awesome!big!brother!Sammy with a side of sick!Dean. This was only meant to be a one-shot but you know me by now... sweat drops Can't resist a good sick!fic. Adding Adam just makes it more fun so yeah, he's alive.
And They All Fell Down (with a Cold):
By: LOSTrocker
Part One: Adam:
As Sammy keeps a watchful gaze over Adam, he wonders if this is how Dean felt all those times when he was sick (or drunk). Adam was in his bed, borrowing it for the moment due to a cold he caught the night before. He's not use to staying up all hours of the night in weather that can be very unpredictable and never in their favor.
It's not just Adam Sammy is worried about either. It's Dean too. He's not sick. Dean is out in the field. He doesn't care if Castiel is with him. He would feel better if he was by his side. However, someone had to stay with Adam. They couldn't leave him by himself, and Dean wasn't too fond of him yet. So, it looked like it was Sam who had to play baby sitter.
Every few minutes, Sam gets up and checks his forehead. Adam is still hot and he's not cooling down as fast as Sammy would like him too. If he's not well by tomorrow, Sam would have insist they stay another day. Dean wouldn't like that. He doesn't like to stay in one place for too long but they had another brother to concern themselves with and getting Adam better was Sam's first priority right now. Resting is the best medicine.
Sam laughs to himself as he goes about the bed and re-tucks Adam's lose limps back under the covers. He reminds Sammy a lot of Dean when he was his age. The tangled covers, and not too mention the snoring. Sam didn't know someone could snore so loud but Sam gave Adam a break on that one. He blamed Adam's sore throat for that one and all the snot that was caught up in him. Snot was one evil sonabitch.
Sam gives Adam a few more minutes before deciding to wake him up. He had to get something in his stomach. "Hey," Sammy lightly shakes him awake.
Adam groans and turns on his other side and covers his head up. Why couldn't Sammy leave him alone? Couldn't he see he was dying here? Okay, maybe that was over exaggerating a bit there but he sure as hell felt like he was.
Sam puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head. Why did he have two of the most stubborn brothers in the world? Was he just lucky? Maybe. If Adam wanted to play this game the hard way then so be it. Adam was forgetting that he was the older one here. With one quick swift movement Sam yanked the covers off him.
"Gah!" Adam fussed at him and pulled himself in a tight ball. He shivered. "It's freaking cold!"
Sam laughed. "It's time for you to eat something."
"Not hungry." Adam tells him and he goes to feel for the covers to see if he can't get them back. When he peeks his head up he sees that Sammy has this far out of his reach, off the bed, holding it up with his hand as if he were mocking him, and he was. "Aw man, come on!"
"If you eat something, I'll give your blanket back."
"Nice Sammy, blackmail a guy when he's down!" Adam fussed, which wasn't the best idea. When he yelled, some coughs came with it and that only made his throat hurt worse.
In a flash, Sammy is by his side, helping his baby brother sit up and rubbing his back. "Let it out, come on, there you go."
"Man, this sucks." Adam complains after his coughing died down. Adam sees that the blanket is in reach now and tries to go for it.
Sam sees what Adam is trying to do and gets up. He laughed. "Nice try."
"Dammit," Adam curses.
"Okay, so what are you up for?" Sam asked. "We have some ramen noodles left."
Adam rolls his eyes and groans. He thought once he got out of college he wouldn't have to live on that shit anymore. So much for wishful thinking. Sammy can understand where he's coming from. Being a college student himself, they weren't made a money. Him and Jessica eat that night and day. Unless a special night came up and Sam had to take her to her favorite restaurant to celebrate. As crappy as they were, they did wonders in times like these. Cheaper and quicker than Chicken Noodle Soup.
"Ramen it is." Sammy declared with a smile.
"Great, can't wait." Adam said with a groan. The first thing he was going to do when he got better was go to the nearest burger joint and get a large bacon cheese burger. The mere thought of that made him drool.
Sammy gets the noodles and prepares him for his baby brother. In the meantime, while their in the microwave, Sam grabs Dean's whiskey bottle and tosses it to Adam.
Adam's eyes grow wide as he catches it. "Do you want me to get better or get me an early death wish?" Adam asked. He knew liquor was the best cure. His dad taught him that one time when he was over and he was sick. He didn't like the stuff but it got it on his feet in no time. Plus, this was Dean's. Dean got finicky when it came to his beer. It like his favorite gun. "Ya touch it, ya die." Dean's infamous warning.
"He'll understand," Sam assured him. Dean might not enjoy Adam's company right now. However, he could tell that Dean was just worried as he was. Sammy could see it in his eyes. Dean's eyes always gave him away, no matter how tough he proved to be.
Adam took only a sip. It stung going down. Sammy shook his head. "You need more than that."
Adam groaned again. Then took a couple more sips. This stuff was Gawd awful. "There happy Dr. Quinn?"
Sam laughed. "Just leave it on your nightstand. I'll buy Dean some more later."
The microwave beeped, telling Sammy that the noodles were good and ready. He waited a few minutes to retrieve the bowl and gave it to Adam.
"I'm really not hungry Sammy," Adam tells him again.
"I know, lets just see if you can stomach some," Sam suggested.
Adam didn't bother with a spoon. He didn't need it. He just tipped the bowl up in his mouth and took in more of the broth than the noodles. He had to admit the broth felt better going down than the whiskey did. Adam just couldn't take no more than a few sips before his stomach started turning.
"No more," Adam pleaded and handed it back to Sam.
Sammy looked it over. The broth was half way gone. He wished he would have at least tried to get some noodles down. He sighed. He would give him a break this time. He put the bowl back in the microwave for later. Then, as promised he gave his baby brother his blanket back. He covered him up.
"Ah, the power of blankets!" Adam curled himself into a tight ball again, but this time he was happy to have something to keep him warm. He wasn't shivering anymore.
"Go back to bed." Sam said with a laugh and ruffled his hair. "I'll be quiet. Promise."
Adam watched as Sam went over to the table where books were scattered everyone. He wasn't just taking care of him, he was doing research too. Double duty. Adam just didn't feel like shit because he was sick. He hated that he couldn't help out his brothers, especially Sammy who was doing his best to take care of him. The guilt was kicking in. It only made him feel worse. Then, he recalled there was something he could do. It wasn't much but at least it was something.
"Hey, uh, Sammy?"
Sam looks up from the book he just opened. "You need something else Adam?" he asked.
Adam shook his head. "Nah, I'm okay." he assures him. "I just, uh, you know, wanted to thank you... For taking care of me." Adam has to admit to himself, it's nice to have someone taking care of him for a change. He's use to being the only child
"Hey, I'm your big brother remember?" he reminded him and he can't help but smile as those words come out of his mouth. Big brother. He was finally someone's big brother. Adam has been with them for awhile now, but it still took some getting use to. They had so much time to make up for. "It's my job to take care of you." Sam catches himself laughing. How many times had he heard Dean say that line? Too many to count.
Adam smirks. "Just remember that when you get sick and it's my turn to take care of you." he tells him. "You might be my big brother, and it might be your job to take care of me... But you know, it goes both ways."
"Just go back to bed." Sammy tells him.
"Yes sir!" Adam has no protest to that and does as told.
Sam keeps one eye on the pages, and the other on Adam. It's not long before the room is filled with his snoring. Sammy gives him another hour before he goes to check his forehead again. It's growing cooler. He's thankful.
It's the early hours of the morning before Dean comes "home" covered in mud and blood. "Hey Sammy!" he greets.
Sam rushes to the door to shush him. "Shuddup!"
Dean forgot about Adam. "How's he doin'?"
"Better, I think." Sammy answers. "He's just resting. What about you?"
"Meh, besides covered in gross shit? I'm jest peachy." he retorts. Dean's not just peachy, he's thirsty as hell too. It's been a long night and before Sam can stop him from grabbing the whiskey bottle from Adam's night stand, Dean takes a swig. "What?" Dean asked him when he found Sammy looking at him with those puppy dog eyes of his.
"You just drank out of that."
"Yeah, and it is mine. Remember?" Sam rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Dean knows that rub. It's means he's done something that he shouldn't have. "What the freak did ya do?"
"I, uh, substituted that for medicine." Sam answered.
"Come again?" Dean is not happy with what he's hearing.
"I had to improvise!" Sam reminded him that they were low on cash, and it wasn't like he could go out and buy some of the real stuff. "Adam needed it!" He swears that he'll buy Dean another bottle – maybe even two if he can afford it the next gas station they hit. Dean would need some because if he just drank some from the same bottle that Adam drank out of it wouldn't be long before he got sick too.
"You better get in the shower and in bed Dean." Sammy instructs him. "Maybe if we're lucky we can catch yours in time."
Dean just laughs at him and tells him: "Since when does luck ever run in our favor Sammy?"
Sammy waits by Adam's bedside as Dean takes his shower. He's out a few minutes later, dried off, and in some sweats, ready to take on the bed for a good night's rest. Sam wants to stay up until Dean is asleep but he finds himself dozing off, and his head hits the side of Adam's bedside with a light thud.
The light thud causes Adam to wake up and look to see what's going on. He doesn't know what time it is and doesn't matter. He doesn't see Sammy at first and that freaks him out. Where was his big brother at? Then his nerves calm down when he find he's at his side, resting. Adam isn't cold anymore and doesn't need the blanket. So, he takes it off, and tosses it over Sam's shoulders.
Dean catches it and smiles. He pushes himself up to help Adam out a bit. "Hey, you're back." Adam said. He was too concerned for Sam and too out of it really to notice Dean's return.
Dean adjusts the covers to make sure they cover all of Sam so he won't be cold later. "Yeah,"
"Did you get the monster or whatever it was?" Adam asked.
Dean smirked. "I always get the monster."
"Man, I wished I could've gone with you." Adam groans.
"Tell ya what," Dean said as he goes back around to his bed. "If yer up for it tomorrow, ya can come with me."
"Really?" Adam's eyes light up with the suggestion.
"Yeah," Dean answers with a smile. Plus, that would give Sammy some time to rest up tomorrow. He could probably use it.
"Sweet," Adam replies. "You two have to be the best big brothers ever." With that in mind, Adam turned over and went to sleep.
Dean shook his head, and went over to his bed got his blanket and covered his youngest baby brother up. Adam thought he had the best big brothers ever but Dean would have to argue and say that he had the best little brothers ever. Yes, even Adam. All though, he wouldn't admit that to him. Not yet anyway.
TBC...