Dean's Sick Day
Disclaimer/Summary/Warning: See first chapter.
Chapter 2
Sam's P.O.V.
I slammed the door in my haste to dodge the pillow that was sent my way.
I chuckled as I heard my brother shout that I was the little bitch not him.
On my way to the store I couldn't help but think that this was going to be difficult, because when Dean was sick he goes though stages where first he's in denial about being sick, the he turns into a baby about it, then he accepts it.
I went to the Wal-greens that was just down the street from the motel that we were staying at.
I probably should have ask Dean what exactly was wrong with him, but I never would have gotten that out of him because "I'm not sick, I don't get sick Sammy, only little girls like you get sick. "
So instead of going though the process and still ending up with nothing I just went on what he sounded like and picked up common cold medicine, soup and orange juice. Things that helped with an average cold.
After paying for everything I decided to go get me something to eat because I didn't feel like soup and plus it would irritate the hell out of Dean when he saw that I that i had take out. But being the awesome brother that I am I picked him up a piece of pie as incentive to be a good little patient.
The trip took only twenty minutes but by the time I got back he was already asleep again, a congested snore echoing of the walls.
"Hey, wake up sneezy, you need to eat." I said shaking his shoulder.
He swatted my hand away before getting up and to the table.
"Whatcha brimg me?" He ask flopping down into one of the chairs, grabbing the What-A-Burger bag looking for his food.
He looked back up at me, a glare on the verge of coming out before looking back into the bag. And looking back up, and back down.
"Dude where's my food? All thats here is your rabbit food!" He demanded glaring up at me.
" I got you soup." I told him pulling out the canned chicken noodle soup and tossing it to him, giving him a cheeky grin.
"There's mo way that I'm eating soup, I wamt a murger! Why would you go to What-A-Murger and not get me a cheese murger?" He ask waving the soup can in the air before tossing it at my head. Only to miss a mile, a sign that showed he was sick, as if the red nose, sneezing and hacking hadn't pointed to that already.
"Because your sick, and the last thing you need is a grease burger, and yes you are going to eat soup because it's all I got for you." I said fixing him said soup before placing it in front of him.
"I'm mot sick, it's just allgre-" He was cut short by a fit of hacking, before straighting up and giving me his 'I'm your big brother and i'm always right' face.
Only Dean would try to lie about not being sick as he coughs and sneezes.
"Yeah your not sick." I told him saracastically. "But you be a good little patient and you'll get a surprise."
He rolled his eyes at me before slumping down and eating his soup.