Like I said, a fic each chapter, post a prompt if ye like... :)
"DADDY!"
Screaming, and running little Sammy feet patted on the linolium over to John.
"DADDY! DADDY!"
"Hey there sport, what is it son?" John picked up his Sammy. Little hands jittery, tugging on his shirt colar.
"Dean...Dean's belly...he's on fire daddy...real hot." Sam's tiny voice echoed in John's head and he ran to the brother's bedroom. Sammy tight, in tow.
"Dean?..Dean, son? are you okay?" John's hand were already reaching out to Dean as he knelt to let Sam free.
"M'not...feeling s'good..." Dean laid, pale on the bed. One shoe hanging from his foot, one awkward on the floor.
"Dean?" John felt Dean's face, he was cool but the touches of fever were beginning to take hold. The red edges and clammy patches, Dean's unfocused eyes.
John looked confused down at Sammy.
"How did you know Sammy?" John held Sam to him close, his other stroking Dean's hand with his thumb.
Sam's big dark eyes blinked at John. "Dean was glowing red Daddy...like he was on fire, all around him...ouch" Sam looked down at Dean. "Fix."
John's eyes sparked bright with emotion, and he bit his lip as he smiled at Sam and kissed him on the head.
"Yeah Sammy, we'll fix him." John said while ruffling Sammy's hair.
John never once regarded Sam as anything less than special from that day on.