I have never spent so long on a chapter before and I don't know why this one took so long to work on but omg it's done.
Enjoy!
Dean came back from the store a couple hours later with supplies. Sam was still passed out on the couch. It looked like he hadn't even moved. Dean had to watch for a minute to make sure he was even still breathing.
Dean heated up a can of soup on the stove and dug through Bobby's medicine cabinet for that Tylenol.
"Sam?" he called, shaking him to get him to wake up. "Sammy?"
"Hm?"
"Come on, I have pills for you but you have to eat something first."
"No," Sam whined.
"It'll help make you feel better."
"Uh uh."
"Sammy I'm going to fight you. You can either eat the soup and take the pills or I pin you down and shove everything down your throat. Your choice."
Sam slowly sat up on the couch and took the soup from Dean. He swallowed a couple bites. Dean wasn't happy with how much he ate but he took it and gave Sam a couple Tylenol. Dean also took out a new thermometer he bought.
"Is that really necessary?"
"Yup. Open up."
"Dean."
"You know, this is a magical thermometer which means I can stick it in different places to use it. You gonna make me stick it in different places?"
Sam's eyes grew big and he shook his head no. He opened his mouth and Dean stuck the thermometer in. 102.
"Yup kid, I think you're sick. Finish your soup."
Sam tried his best to swallow more of the soup. His throat hurt so much. Dean watched him for a few minutes, only to leave when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me."
"Hey Kelly," Dean said, thrown off by hearing her voice.
"Where did you go? I walked around all day looking for you."
"Sorry. Sam called me from school sick and I had to bring him home."
"Poor baby."
"Meh, he'll live."
"Well I could bring your assignments by?"
"Don't bother."
"Can I come over anyway? I'd like to talk to you about something."
Dean hesitated. He honestly didn't feel like talking to Kelly right now. And he knew his morning with Mr. Matthews was probably what she wanted to talk about.
"We're kinda under quarantine here."
"Well then can we try to talk on the phone? It's really important."
"Dean?" Sam called. He was standing in the doorway holding a half full bowl of soup.
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm gonna-"
Sam dropped the bowl and ran out of the room suddenly. Dean tried to chase after him only to realize he was still on the phone attached to the wall.
"I got to go Kelly. I have a sick kid."
Dean hung up the phone and filled a glass of water for Sam.
"Sounds about right," Dean mumbled to himself as he made his way to the bathroom. Sam threw himself over the toilet throwing up. Dean sat on the floor next to him.
"Here," he said when Sam started to calm down and handed him the water. Sam sat back against the wall and took a sip. He rested his head on Dean's shoulder as he fought himself from throwing up anymore.
"Ow you are hot."
"Shut up."
The two sat there for a few minutes. Sam kept drinking his water. Dean started playing with Sam's hair to calm him down.
"Why did Kelly call?"
"She wants to talk."
"About what?"
"Hell if I know."
"Are you going to?"
"I think right now I'm going to drag your ass to bed before you pass out on me."
Dean helped Sam stand up and guided him back to the couch. Sam was asleep before his head even hit the pillow.
Dean took whatever blankets Sam wasn't hogging for his fever and made a makeshift bed on the floor next to him.
Dean woke up to bare feet hitting the floor next to his head and then running down the hall. Still waking up, he sat himself up and rubbed his eyes.
After a few minutes and no Sam coming back, Dean got up and went to the bathroom. He was surprised to see the door closed and, after jiggling the doorknob, locked.
"Sam? You alright in there?"
"No," he heard a small voice say back, followed by the toilet flushing.
"When you're done come to the kitchen. I think you're due for more meds."
Dean walked into the kitchen and turned the light on, flinching immediately. Was it always this bright? Or just when he's been woken up at one in the morning?
He poured out some more Tylenol and turned the thermometer on. While he waited for Sam he tried it out on himself.
99.8.
"Not bad," Dean muttered, chuckling to himself. A few more minutes passed and still no Sam. Dean remembered a time when Sam was six and got really sick and fell asleep on the bathroom floor. He smiled at the memory.
Curious if that's what happened again, Dean went back down the hall, taking the Tylenol and thermometer with him.
"Sam, open the door so I know you're not dead."
"Hold on."
The toilet flushed again and Sam opened the door. Dean gave him the stuff. Sam swallowed the pills and out the thermometer under his tongue.
100.9.
"It's getting there but it can be better," Dean said. "Can we try eating something?"
Sam gagged at the thought of food.
"One cracker," Dean begged.
"One cracker," Sam agreed.
They went back to the couch in the den. Dean grabbed a box of crackers and the two sat and watched a dumb tv program that was on really late.
"Hey Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"I had a really weird dream. About Kelly."
"Dude, don't dream about my girlfriend. That's weird."
"Shut up. I mean... When she was pregnant, you guys weren't dating that long."
"So?"
"So I'm not like a doctor or anything but that seems like a bit too fast isn't it?"
"I think your fever is talking."
"No it's not."
"Well either way you don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm just saying-"
"NO SAM!" Dean snapped. Sam looked away and fiddled with the cracker box. Dean ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "We should go back to sleep. God know you'll be wide awake in an hour anyway hurling again."
"Dean?" Sam asked quietly. Dean ignored him and turned the lights off and crawled into his makeshift bed on the floor. Sam closed the cracker box and curled up in a ball on the couch.
"I'm sorry," Sam whispered.
And they crashed.
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