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P.S English is not my native language, even though I have studied it long enough that I shouldn't use this as an excuse but if while reading you do come across too horrible a mistake in the writing anywhere, feel free to correct me!
The motel wasn't that far from the bar. About two minutes into the drive, Sam was lying down flat on his back in the backseat.
Dean was gonna ask but dad beat him to it, "Sammy you alright back there?"
"I'm fine."
Dean, "You are not gonna puke in my car are you?"
"I'm not gonna puke, I'm sleeping already." said Sam petulantly.
They reached the motel and parked right outside their room.
Dean cut the engine and passed the keys to his dad, "You take the bags, I'll take Sammy?"
Dad gave a quick glance at the backseat, nodded and got out.
Dean too got out and opened the back door to have Sam's crazy long legs that were jammed against the door tumble out even though his ass was still flat occupying the entire backseat.
Dean, "C'mon Sam, we are here...on your feet."
"I don't wanna!"
"C'mon buddy, time for bed, a real bed."
"But I wanna sleep right here Dean (pause)...I missed the backseat."
" (sign) alright, its official now, no more alcohol for you. Lets go, you can sit in the backseat all you want tomorrow." Dean leaned inside the car, bragged Sam's jacket and pulled him into a sitting position, hooked his hands under his armpits and began to heave him out of the car.
Okay Sam's definitely warmer. His cheeks are looking pinched, and is that sweat on his brow? Once Sam was on his feet, Dean reached for his forehead. Damn it!
"Son of a b*t*h."
Dad looked over the lid of the trunk, " What wrong?"
"Sam's running a fever. Grab the first aid kit too will ya."
Sam, shaking his head, "I feel fine."
Dad, "Think we need a clinic?"
" Na, don't think so...its not that high...california took away his resistance to cold."
Even though Sam seemed stable on his feet, he was drowsy and drunk! Dean didn't want to take a chance. He put one of Sam's arms across his shoulder and started towards the room. Instead of resisting Sam leaned his weight against Dean. That had his worry spiked. Maybe Sam was feeling worse than what he thought.
Dad shut the lid and followed with the bags.
And then, "Dean?"
"Yeah Sammy?"
Sam just looked at him a moment...he looked like he's either suddenly lost his line of thought or thinking up words to say what he's suppose to say.
They reached the door, "Okay, lets get inside first." Dean checked his pocket for the room key and came up empty. It was in his other side pocket, the side Sam was currently pressed too.
"Dad, hold him a second here." Dean tried to pass Sam's weight to his dad's shoulder.
"No." Sam gasped and brought his other hand up and fisted Dean's jacket...hanging on to him tightly.
That was...unusual...for grown up Sam atleast!!
He thought he saw hurt flash through dad's eyes for a second. He quickly said, "drunk much" and managed to fish the keys out of his pocket.
Once inside, dad dropped the bags on one bed and Dean deposited Sam on the other. Even sitting on the bed, Sam didn't let go of Dean's jacket. Dean was seriously starting to get worried now. From the corner of his eyes he saw dad fortifying the room with salt lines. He crouched in front of Sam in between the beds, touched Sam's forehead again to better gauge the fever again, and pushed his bangs aside to get a better look at his brother's eyes.
" Hey kiddo, are you hurting anywhere? headache...stomach ache?" Sam shook his head with a no. He wasn't lying, Dean could tell.
Again, "Dean?" ...it was the same expression but now Dean could tell Sam's thinking about how to say what he wants to say. Guess this is what his mind's been upto since morning. Drunk Sam was vulnerable Sam, now would be the time to get Sam to spill. Dean was about to push him to talk when...
"Here, lets check your temperature." dad had the ear thermometer out.
Before Dean could even look up, Sam had his arms around Dean's neck and head on his shoulder facing away from dad, "No!"
He almost lost his balance with Sam's weight thrown at him but quickly adjusted his footing, and instinctively brought his arms up to wrap around his little brother.
Dad gave him that look...he'd almost forgotten it for it had been so long...seeing it now he remembers it like it was only yesterday.
Growing up dad was gone a lot, he didn't blame the guy...honestly, to him he was a hero and leaving his family alone for days was a price he'd paid for being that hero...saving people!! But Sammy was still much too young when dad took off for days together.. Sam needed a parent and it was Dean who was there for him... subconsciously Dean stepped into the role of a surrogate father for him...Sam and dad could never develop the father son bond that is formed from being together, being there!! Sam didn't respond to dad the way he responded to Dean. Eventually even when dad was sometimes there Sam would reject him for Dean, specially when the little dude was sick or hurting. He wouldn't open up or accept help or comfort from anyone else but Dean, not even their dad. That's when you saw the 'look' on dad's face. Its a mixture of dejection and yearning.
Sam hadn't been this clingy when sick since maybe he hit puberty. Maybe being sick and drunk has him so vulnerable that he's reverted to acting like he used to when he was younger. Dean'll have to remember that!
Dean tried to give a reassuring smile to dad, "He hates thermometers." brought one hand up to cup Sam's neck, "his temperature's around 100." he had years of practice to be able to gauge right, "He'll need a few Tylenol, maybe a cold sponge and he'll be good as new."
"I didn't know my son hated thermometers!" dad tried to keep his tone light but Dean heard the weariness in his voice.
"Ya, he hates it coz once you take the temperature reading the fever becomes real. Kinda like when you say things out loud it makes them real." Dean said it with as much aplomb as he could. His legs were starting to hurt from the strain, he tried to adjust Sam in his arms to get him to lie down but Sam was getting more and more agitated. This is what was throwing him off, Sammy was usually very compliant with Dean whenever he was sick. So why was he so restless now!
Meanwhile dad had been looking for tylenol but came up empty. They had run out. Damn! He was already putting his jacket back on to go out and get some. Dean would'v offered to go but he couldn't bring himself to leave Sam right now, not even for a short while.
"I'll be back in 15." and he heard the door close behind dad.
TBC....
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