AN: Happy Birthday to Sammygirl1963. She wanted sick Sammy and caring John. So I ran a little rogue...*cornered into a wall* okay a lot rogue with the word count. So sue me, I have a large imagination! *Prepares to fight*


A FATHER'S TOUCH

"C'mon Sammy, I need you to relax." John rearranged Sam's sweaty hair and moved over to the table.

"Dad." The fever that ravaged Sam's body was relentless, vomiting, fevers, colds...every kind of ailment was throwing itself at Johns little boy.

"Sammy, go to sleep."

"Dean?"

"Dean went to get you some medicine. He'll be back soon," he said softly. The floor creaked as John strode over to Sam's bedside.

Just then Dean walked into the room. "How is he?"

"Burning up, give me the medicine. Go get some dinner." The door closed softly behind Dean as he departed.

"Cold...hot...fever?" Sam moaned. Before John could say anything Sam sat upright and panicked. "Dean, dad...Dean's hurt."

John tried to push Sam down on the bed. "Sam, Dean's fine. He went to get us something to eat."

"I wanna see Dean!" The young hunter yelled.

"Relax Sam. Dean is coming back."

Sam calmed down a bit and looked up at John. "Promise?"

"Of course," John said softly. "You cold Sam?" he asked. Sam nodded and struggled to pull the blanket up. John sat for a moment before pulling Sam in for a big, warm hug and was surprised when Sam melted into him.

The silence was broken by Dean coming into the room. "This isn't my room is it?" Raising an eyebrow he smiled in awe. "How's his temperature?"

John put his hand to his sleeping son's forehead and sighed. "Much better."


AN: So happy birthday to Sammygirl1963 and hope it's a great day. Leave reviews...love Scare4irony.