Sorry I didn't update last week. I just really didn't feel like writing this story at that moment. But I'm back!
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Chapter 7
Dean woke up to the sound of Sam's hacking coughs. He sat up quickly and turned to Sam. He walked over and rubbed soft circles on his brother's back.
"It's alright... It's ok..." he comforted, whispering to him, his voice calming.
After a few minutes, Sam stopped coughing and gasped for air. After he had calmed down, he leaned against Dean's chest, tired and uncomfortable. Dean put his arm around Sam's shoulders, gently rubbing his arm.
"Are you gonna admit you're sick now?" Dean asked, a small, sad smile on his face.
Sam laughed weakly and coughed a little again. Dean looked down at his brother, worried that he was going to have another attack. Sam shook his head slightly, telling his brother that he was fine.
"We need to get you checked out, Sam." Dean told him.
"No... It's ok..." Sam argued, his throat feeling rough and every breath hurting.
"No, it's not." Dean's tone meant business. He wasn't going to accept that for an answer. "Can you stand?"
Sam nodded and stood up reluctantly. Dean got up as well, keeping his arm around Sam to steady him. They headed out of their room and down the hall to Simon's room. Dean knocked lightly on the door, hoping he wasn't waking anybody.
After a few seconds, the door opened and Simon stood in the doorway. He saw Sam and Dean a smiled a little. "Yes?"
"Is this a bad time?" Dean asked tentatively.
"No, just fine. Need any help?" Simon replied.
"Well, you see, Sammy here is getting sick... And I heard you're the doctor here. Could you help?" Dean got straight to the point, gesturing with his head towards Sam, who smiled timidly.
"Of course, come with me." He turned to look back into the room and said, "River, I'll be back in a little bit, ok?"
"Ok." River responded.
Simon left his room and closed the door behind him. He then took the lead and took the group down to the infirmary.
"Sam, could you take a seat up here?" Simon patted the table and Sam nodded. He climbed up onto the table. He swung his legs a little as they hung over the table, causing Dean to smile a little. Sam coughed once again and Simon nodded his head, thinking. He put the back of his hand to Sam's forehead gently. Then he went to a counter and picked up a small device that Dean then recognized as a thermometer.
After getting the results he needed from that, Simon put that back on the counter and reached into a cabinet. He pulled out a stethoscope and moved back over to Sam. Dean watched carefully as Simon used it to listen to Sam's breathing. Dean fidgeted around a little, wishing that he could get Sam fixed up quickly.
Simon put back the stethoscope and moved over to the counter and opened a drawer, looking through it. He pulled out a bottle of pills, read the side, then put it back. He moved to another drawer and grabbed another bottle and walked back over to Sam and Dean.
"Take one of these pills once a day for a week. You should be better after that." Simon instructed.
"Thanks." Dean said, taking the bottle from Simon and smiling a little.
"No problem."
Sam got down off of the table and went to Dean's side. Dean put his arm around his shoulder and the two walked out together.
Simon watched them as they left and then closed the drawer he had left open. He saw himself in the oldest brother. He understood what it was like to be the oldest sibling and he knew it could be hard, especially when the person you were protecting was upset, sick, or otherwise troubled. And lately, he knew all too well what that was like.
He sighed and headed back towards his own room and his own sister.
