Chapter 12 Drink up hero

Bobby made the boys feel welcome and helped Sam inside with their bags giving Dean a withering glare when he tried to take his own. As they stepped inside the house they were hit with a wave of heat.
"Whoa Bobby! What's with Hawaii in your frekin' living room?" Dean groaned.
"I have someone with pneumonia coming to stay knucklehead. He needs warmth to recover."
Sam spotted the brightly burning fire place and grinned at Bobby. Dean's smile returned when he smelled steaks on the grill in the kitchen.
"Is that dinner? I'm starving."
Dean made his way to the kitchen where Bobby pointed him to a chair and returned to the stove. Sam sat at his left as a large bowl of soup was placed in front of Dean.
"Soup Bobby? This is a joke right? I need some real food. I've been living on hospital mush for the last couple of days. I need real food."
"Are you calling my food not real? I slaved all day over that boy." Bobby growled at Dean pushing the bowl closer to him.
"Okay, Okay. Sorry I didn't know."
"Just eat up and I will forgive you."

Dean picked up the spoon as if he was going to defended himself with it before taking a tentative sip. He frowned at Sam as Bobby handed him a plate with a large steak, mashed potatoes and two veg.
"No good sulking boy. You can have solid food in a day or two."
Dean frowned even harder making Sam chuckle around his steak. Dean 'accidentally' kicked Sam in the shin under the table but Sam was to busy tucking into his first home cooked food in a long time to care. Bobby looked over at the pouty look on Dean's face.
"Well you will go swimming in freezing water what do you expect?"
Dean glared at Sam but the younger man put his cutlery down and spoke before Dean could say anything.
"I didn't tell him, I swear Dean."
"I might be old but I ain't dumb boys. Why do you think I have all the news channels for? It doesn't take a genius to work out where you got your pneumonia, you know. It's not that common. Drink up hero."

Dean grizzled but ate his soup knowing this was a no win situation. Sam tried not to gloat as he ate his big juicy steak, even going as far as to move the plate as far away from Dean as he could. Okay he was slightly scared that Dean could hurt him pretty badly with his spoon. Dean had given him a lesson when he was fifteen or so or how to use just about anything as a weapon. When they had all eaten Dean stood to help with the clearing up but was stopped by Bobby's hand on his chest.
"No you don't, Dean." Bobby slipped a cold bottle of water in Dean's hand. "Upstairs and rest, drink all of that."
"But…"
"No buts. You just spent a few days in hospital and no doubt skipped out before you really should have. I'm sure the doc wants you on bed rest so up you go."
Sam had to bite the inside of his mouth to stop laughing at the look of displeasure on Dean's face as Bobby laid down the law.

Dean turned and moved towards the stairs with his shoulders slumped like he was on the way to his own funeral. Sam was busy grinning that his big, tough, brash brother had been scolded like a child when Bobby rounded on him.
"You too Sam. I doubt you've got any decent sleep for the last few days. Make sure he has had his meds and get some sleep." Bobby handed him water as well.
Bobby's tone indicated he wasn't to be argued with and he was tired from the drive and not enough sleep.
"Thanks Bobby. From both of us."
"Always happy to be there for you boys, Sam. No need to thank me."
Sam nodded and went upstairs to find Dean changed for bed. Sam noticed Dean's bed was piled higher than normal with blankets and pillows.
"Don't forget your meds."
Dean shook the bottle to indicate he was on it. "Bobby sent you packing to?"
"No arguing with him when he is on a mission. May as well turn in for the night."
Dean sighed and fell into bed while Sam went to the bathroom and set about undressing and brushing his teeth.

To Dean's surprise Sam came in and sat on the edge of Dean's bed and put a hand to his forehead.
"I'm okay, Sammy."
"Sure you are." Sam took up Dean's hand with a cheeky grin."Do you need me to sit with you till you fall asleep."
"Ha, ha." Dean snatched his hand back. "I was sick. I'm better now."
"So you were sick?"
"Just a little."
"Yeah Dean. Just a little."
Sam ruffled Dean's hair quickly as he got up and made for the other bed.
"Just wait till you get sick and expect me to wait on you hand and foot." Dean threw a pillow at Sam as he spoke.
"I don't get sick. Anyway you love looking after me." Sam grinned at Dean again as he put the pillow under his head.
"Shut up bitch."
"Good comeback jerk."

Dean spent the next three days being fussed over by Sam and Bobby. They wouldn't let him outside and nagged him to take his meds and keep his fluids up. It was stating to drive him around the bend and he found it very hard to hold his tongue at times knowing they were fussing because they loved him. He was finally able to escape four days after arriving to go outside to tune up the Impala. Sam made him wear so many jackets he could barley move. He also made him wear gloves which he was sure was inhibiting his work. He was finally finished and wiping her over when Sam appeared at his elbow with a cup of steaming coffee.
"Thanks Sammy," he grinned taking it from Sam's grip.
"No problems. All done? Ready to come inside? Bobby's cooking you a steak."
"Finally!"

Dean closed the hood with care and wiped it off before he saw a funny look on Sam's face.
"What's up Sammy?"
"Oh no," Sam groaned.
"What?" Dean was suddenly all concerned and in Sam's face.
Sam turned his head and sneezed three times.
"I think I'm…getting a cold," Sam whined.
Dean put an arm around Sam's shoulders and turned him towards the house.
"Don't worry Sammy. I'll take good care of you," Dean grinned, "Paybacks a bitch."

The end.