A/N: Castiel: Good evening everyone. Hope all of you are faring well. Pancake and the Winchesters are out this evening. Pancake has had a long weekend and would me to extend her apologises. Her and her mom also got into another argument. I swear that woman is from Hell. Prehaps I should investigate. Anyways. Pancake's really sorry and and she said updates should appear reguarly again as she is back with her friend. Also Pancake hopes everyone had a safe, enjoyable Thanksgiving. We here at the Bunker did. Pancake and Dean made a lovely feast, and Pancakes desserts were to die for! We also played games and watched one of Pancakes favorite cartoons, 'A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving'. It was amusing and quite fun. And now let us continue the story. When Pancake last left off, Sam has gotten a cold and Dean screams..? Let us find out why?

Cas: Enjoy.

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Bed time for Sammy

A sound jolted Sam out of his drugged induced sleep. He grabbed his gun and stood up, too quickly. He became dizzy and fell back to the bed, taking in shaky deep breathes to clear his head.

"Sammy! Are you okay?" A tiny voice squeaked to him.

Sammy's eyes popped open and he looked at the worried toddler standing in front of him. He looked like Dean. Had green eyes, freckles, spikey blonde hair, that's when it hit Sam. He blinked and rubbed his eyes. Then looked at the toddler again.

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"What? Sam what's wong?" Dean asked.

Sam tried not to break a smile. Managing a straight face, Sam had determined the little boy in front of him was indeed his big brother.

"Sammy! Answer my tuestion (question)!" Dean squeaked.

"Sorry. I was making it was really you and not some fevered delirum." Sam rasped and coughed.

Dean shifted worriedly un sure of what to do. He raced to the bathroom and climbed up to the sink and wetted a wash cloth and raced back to the room. He ordered Sammy to lay back down and placed the cloth on his forehead and got the thermometer.

"Tempuwatuwe check." Dean said.

Sam still managing his game face he opened his mouth and let Dean take his temp, but he was dying from laughter on the inside. His big brother was such a mother hen, even when they were little. It was even cuter now that Dean was a four year old Sam estimated him to be, and it was funny because of how he talked with his little kid voice. He snapped out of his thoughts when the thermometer beeped and Dean took it out.

"Well Doctor Dean? I'm good enough to research and get you back to normal?" Sammy rasped. Between the Nyquil and the cough his throat felt like sandpaper.

Dean went to the kitchen and carefully used the chair to climb up to the sink and got Sam a glass of water. He carefully carried it to him and handed it to him.

"Thanks." Sam said clearing his throat. He took a sip of water and it felt so good, but he knew to take it slow. Him-plus-Nyquil-plus-drinking-water too fast-equals-disaster. So he took his time. "So, am I good?"

"Nope. Thewmometew says Sammy needs to be a good boy and tay (stay) in bed a little longew." Dean said.

"Nnnnn" Sam moaned as he laid back down.

Dean re wetted the cloth, climbed on the bed, and placed it back on Sam's forehead. He smiled when he saw that Sammy had fallen back to sleep. He brushed a stray bang behind his ear and re tucked the blankets around him.

"Night Sammy." He whispered.

Dean hopped off the bed and paced the room. What was he suppose to do? He was a little kid and doesn't know for long, Sammy's down with a cold, his speech was sucked and was squeaky, his clothes didn't fit, and worse! There was pie to calm his nerve.

Dean plopped down on his on the floor to think what their next move would be. He sat there for ten minutes before getting up.

"Scew it!" He squeaked.

He got up and laid down his Sammy. He placed his head on Sam's chest and listened to the congested breathing of his younger brother. Dean sighed. His baby sounded awful! And there was little he could do right now in his size! He sighed again and fell to sleep.

Later that night.

Sam had convinced Dean he was good enough to run to Wal Mart and get some supplies and clothes for Dean.

"Hey." Sam greeted when he got back.

"About time! Is my girl okay? You okay?-" Dean began.

"Dean. The Impala's fine, I'm fine, I got you some clothes, and pie." Sam said. He set the bags down and then broke into a coughing fit.

Dean looked at his brother worriedly. Maybe this wasn't a cold but the flu. When the coughing stopped, Sam handed him some clothes.

"You get dressed. I'm going to take a shower and get started on some research." Sammy rasped. Dean watched as he disappeared into the bathroom and he growled to himself.

'How the freaking Hell am I suppose to take care of Sammy when I'm only three feet high!? This suck big time! He sounds god awful and I can't do shit to help him!' He thought.

He shook his head and quickly changed into the black t shirt and jeans. At least he had clothes that fit now. He frowned when Sam came out of the bathroom. Pain filled his tired eyes, his cheeks were even redder which meant his fever was up, his movements were slow and shaky, he looked down right awful and probably felt worse.

Dean shook his head as he watched his brother boot up his laptop and began suffering his lore and the internet for answers, he also had his fathers journal. Dean sighed and ate his pie. It did nothing to calm his nerve. But it did taste good.

Soon Sammy had fallen to sleep after his Dean had bullied him to eat a little soup and take some more Nyquil.

"Night Sammy." Dean whispered.

Sammy quietly moaned his response. Dean chuckled a little. He tucked his baby in for the night and bookmarked everything Sam was looking at. He closed his dad's journal and shut down the laptop. He put on the pajamas Sam gotten him and headed for his bed and fell to sleep.

About two hours later a sound drew Dean out of sleep. He grasped his knife from underneath his pillow and slowly got up. He heard the noise again and it was a whimper. He looked at Sammy and gasped. Sammy whimpered!

He scrambled out of bed and hurried to get the thermometer. He stuck it in Sam's mouth while he soothed him.

"Shhh. It's otay Sammy. It's going to be otay." Dean soothed.

The thermometer beeped and Dean gasped again! His temp was 103.8! Dean began to panic! What could he do? He couldn't help Sammy like this! He had to do something before his baby boiled!

He jumped off Sam's bed and went to get his phone, it was time call reinforcements! He flipped open his phone and dialed a number he knew by heart, but before he could say anything the being that turned him got in!

Dean climbed back onto Sam's bed and took a protective stance in front of his Sammy. No one hurt his Sammy and lived!

Cas: Wow. Pancake can write a good chapter. I don't know about you guys, but I can't wait to see what happens next!

Until Next Time! Cas: *looks at door like a puppy missing his master* When will they be back?