A/N: The last chapter. Evy wakes up with the flu.
Ah choo!
Evy walked into the kitchen in a daze. She felt miserable. She had a headache, couldn't breathe, and was almost certain she had a fever. She felt hot and cold at the same time. She walked over to Sam, who was doing research on his laptop, and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Hey." He said. "You okay?"
"I don't feel so good, Sammy." She said.
"Come here, let me see." Sam turned around and put a hand to her forehead. He felt her cheek and immediately went into what Evy called "mama bear mode". "God, you're burning up."
"I figured." Evy said.
"Dean!" Sam called.
"Not so loud, please!" Evy said. "My head's killing me."
"Sorry." Sam said as Dean made it to the kitchen.
"What's up?" Dean asked.
"She's sick." Sam told him. "Really sick. Feel her forehead."
When Dean did, he looked almost more concerned than Sam did. "What are you even doing out of bed right now?" he asked. "Come on."
"Guys, come on. Don't treat me like a baby, please!" Evy asked.
"Can't help it, Cricket." Sam said. He stood up and grabbed her arm to lead her back to her room. "You're our baby and we're gonna take care of you until you get better. And there's nothing you can do about it. Okay?"
"Alright." Evy answered, defeated.
When Sam had gotten her back in her room and back in bed, he tucked her in like he'd done when she was little. He leaned over her and said,
"Dean's gonna be right here, okay? You go back to sleep."
"Where you going?" Evy asked.
"To town. Get you some NyQuil and some chicken soup. I won't be long, I promise." Sam said.
Evy smiled. "Okay, Sammy. Love you."
Sam kissed her forehead and brushed her hair back. He was trying to hide how worried he actually was. When he'd touched Evy's forehead, it had felt like she was on fire. But hopefully the medicine, soup, and rest would help. He didn't want to take her to the ER unless it became absolutely necessary. So he just smiled back at her and replied,
"I love you too, Cricket. Everything's gonna be okay."