One shot

I've always wanted to do a Sam stomach flu fic so here it is. My apologies if anything is incorrect. :) pro tip for those of you who have always wanted to write but haven't. Just do it, have a go, have fun with it. Everybody starts somewhere. Even if you feel silly typing it.

I lurked in the dark reading for 10 years before I started writing fics. But just don't be like me and have like 8 stories going at once...

As usual, I own nothing. Just having fun.

At 17 years old most students worry about getting good grades, how to ask out a girl, what to wear to school or if they boy they're crushing on likes them too. But not Sam Winchester. Sure he worried about his grades but right now that was the least of his worries. Right now his worries involved making it through his English class in once piece, because he felt as if he were about to split in half. He should have known really. The past two days he hadn't been feeling his best. He was frequently tired but brushed it off as exhaustion from hunting, he had no appetite and he had been experiencing a dull pain which had been growing increasingly in his abdomen. But in true Sam Winchester fashion he ignored it and pretended everything was good and dandy. He didn't do this for his own sake but for the sake of his Dad and brother. He didn't want to let them down. They depended on him more than he would like to admit. He was the brains behind the operation. If they needed to know what something was it was up to Sam to track down that information, if they needed to know how to kill that something, it was Sam who would be responsible for finding that out. All he needed to do at this point in time was to make it through the day and then he could go home and sleep off this stomach virus.

As he sat in his English class he could feel the beads of sweat welling up as they dripped down his face. It had felt like a warm summers day where someone had turned on the heat while they were all trapped inside wearing layers of winter clothes. But in fact it wasn't that at all. It was fall, and a pleasantly cool day at that. The wind danced through the grounds of the school, picking up the richly colour dried leaves as they ascended into the air. Leaves that would provide a satisfying crunching sound had you had the chance to step on them. Sam watched from the window. Distracted by the views nature had on offering for him. His eyes now at half mast, feeling heavy as they began to droop further and further, his head becoming heavy as it unknowingly slipped from his hands palm and down his arm onto the desk in front of him with a small thud. Small enough that nobody had realised. And that's where he stayed. For about 5 minutes of so. Until his dreams were interrupted by an ungodly noise.

THWACK!

Sam's body jolted awake, adrenaline immediately pulsing through him, his hunting instincts kicking into gear as he stood upright in fear, assessing his surroundings. This did not look like a hunt. Where was he? School? Was there a monster at his school? His brain was having difficulty making sense of the situation he had gotten himself into.

'Samuel, perhaps you'd like to explain to me exactly why you think my classroom is the place to take your own personal nap.'

Sam looked at his teacher in confusion. Mr Phillips was old, as in he should have retired 20 years ago old. He was short and fat. His hair only appearing around the sides of his head. He wore thick 'coke bottle' glasses and everyday without a doubt wore the same red checkered button up shirt.

'Sorry Mr Phillips, I umm...I...'

Adrenaline left his body as he gripped the desk in front of him for stability. His arms stretching out on each side of the support system below. His head now dangling forward. He didn't know how to respond. He was too tired for this.

'I think I need to go see the nurse.' The words escaped his lips before he had the chance to realise what he was saying.

'I think that would be best for all of us.' responded Mr Phillips

Sam gathered his things as he made his way to the schools exit. He had no intention of seeing the nurse. He'd be calling his brother to come and pick him up instead. It's not something he wanted to do but he felt like he had no choice. Maybe he could down play the way he felt. That would ensure Dean wouldn't be too worried about him. His plan was perfect. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number for his brother.

'Hello?'

'Hey Dean, it's me.'

'Sam? What's up? Schools not out for another 2 hours. What'd you do this time? No, wait. Let me guess. You got caught in the janitors closet? Sammy I told you don't repeat my mista—'

'No Dean that's not it. I need you to come pick me up. I'm just not feeling the best is all. I think I might have eaten something bad at lunch today, you know how the cafeteria food is.' Sam lied.

'What's wrong with you?'

And there it was the dreaded tone Sam wished he hadn't heard. The fearing worry in his brothers voice.

'It's nothing Dean, I'm fine really I'm just feeling a little tired and nauseous is all, so you gonna come and get me or should I just wait here to see if I puke?'

'I'll be there in 5 minutes'

And with that the phone call ended. Sam closed his phone and zipped it up into his bag. He made his way outside of the school building and rested down into the steps placing his head against the stone wall next to him. It felt cool and calming. He didn't mean to but before he knew it Sam had drifted off into a deep sleep. His dreams filled with flashes of fear, the things only one thought ever existed in the movies. He had hunted these things though they were forever etched into his mind. They'd never escape him. He felt them forcefully moving him back and forth, gripping him tightly on his shoulders calling his name.

'Sam! Sam! SAM?!'

His eyes snapping open in fright and he once again became confused about his surroundings, though one familiar thing was in his view. Dean.

'Sammy? You with me now?' Dean's hand rested on his brothers shoulders as he crouched down to his level.

'Dean? What's going on?'

'You don't remember? You called me to come get you, said you weren't feeling well and I found you asleep in the steps here, I've been trying to wake you for a good two minutes now.'

Sam continued to look around himself, his face still expressing emotions of confusion.

'Sam?'

'Dean? What are you doing here?'

Dean shot his brother a look, the look of 'did you really just ask me that'.

'Okay, c'mon into the car, I can see that you're probably sprouting a fever that's making you delirious as usual, you know next time you decide to get sick Sammy make sure you let me know, I always enjoyed a barbecue and with the way you're currently burning I sure as hell could grill something on you'

Dean now assisting his brother into the passenger side of the car helping him duck his head down safely. The drive home wasn't pleased for Dean in particular as Sam managed to ask a serious of questions that would surely cause a headache.

'Dean, are you taking me to school?'

'No Sam, you're sick we're going home.'

'Dean, where is my English teacher?'

'Back at school Sam, we're going home because you're unwell.'

'What happened?'

At this Point all he could do was sigh. His brother clearly had one hell of a fever, making him delirious. He tried to focus on the road ahead of him. Something to keep his mind from worrying about his brother too much.

'Sammy, just go to sleep okay, I'll wake you when we get back to the motel.'

Sam looked at his brother, his puppy dog eyes forming with understanding what his brother was saying as he rested his head against the window and let the coolness of the window consume him into a sleep.

They would be making a stop at the corner store before heading on home so Dean could stock up on supplies he knew he'd need. Pain relief, soup, ginger ale. He knew Sam was unwell with a fever and the kid had said he was nauseous so he knew it had to be only a matter of time before Sam struggled to keep his lunch down.

The Impala's engines rumble quietened to a nothing as her motion stopped. The change in familiarity was enough to awaken Sam. He took in his surroundings as he forcefully blinked his eyes awake.

'Woah, Sam? You with me?' Dean was kneeling by Sam's side, passenger door open.

'Dean? Uh, Yeh, think so.'

'Okay, good. We're gonna get you inside and you're gonna listen to me okay, you're gonna take some Tylenol and ginger ale, then we're gonna get you to bed. I don't want you to fight me on this I don't want to hear any buts. I just need you to listen to me okay.'

Sam hadn't the energy in him to agree and simply nodded his head in response.

'Okay, good, you think you can stand okay?'

Sam nodded in response once again. Only he wasn't really sure he could. He earthed his feet to the car parks gravel and gripped the cars frame to assist himself up into a standing position. Dean remaining close to his side, his arm stretched out around his back in a precautionary support had he needed it. Sam's legs began to shake as he took his first few first unassisted steps. They felt weak, as if he his muscle tone were diminishing as he struggled to make his way to the motel room door. He hadn't to ask his brother for support as he felt the familiar arm support from under him as together they made their way inside.

Once in Dean lowered Sam onto his bed as Sam eyed the room.

'Where's Dad?'

Unloading supplies Dean responded to his brother.

'Took a job with Caleb, he's out of town. Simple salt and burn by the sounds of it. Should be back in about a day or two.'

Dean walked over to his brother holding two small pills in one hand, an orange drink in the other.

'Here, take these with this. It'll help.'

Sam accepted them both. And obeyed Deans orders. After he had taken the medication he layer into the bed beneath him. Shutting his eyes and then he felt it. Something beautiful, something cooling was touching his skin, his face, unknowingly he forced his face into it more. Wanting it to consume him. He didn't know what it was but he was enjoying it.

'Easy Sammy'

Sam opened his eyes. Discovering it was none other than Dean's hand on his forehead.

'That's one hell of a fever you got going there, open up.'

'What? No, where'd you get that?'

'Motels first aid kit, nicked it after you called me.'

Dean stuck the thermometer in Sam's mouth as his brother spoke. It was do it then or wait until he was asleep. Sam allowed the thermometer to do it's thing and waited until it beeped.

Dean removed it from his brothers mouth reading the numbers as his face frowned with concern.

'104 Sam.' Dean turned his back on his brother as he tossed the thermometer to the side as worry filled him. Brushing his hands through his hair he turned around to once again face his brother his hands remaining on his head.

'104. Sam that warrants a hospital visit.'

'No Dean.' Sam's eyes now pleading with his older brother.

'Sam, I'm not left with many options now man. Unless that fever comes down hell quick then we don't got a choice.'

Sam understood what his brother was saying. Though his thoughts were interrupted by an intense searing pain excruciatingly ripping through his right side. Painful enough to cause his eyes to well up with tears as he doubled over in pain. One hand stretching over his abdomen the other gripping onto the bedding.

'Sam? What is it? Talk to me?' Dean was filled with fear, he'd fought monsters, seen things in his life that only people could dream about and yet for the second time in his life his eyes expressed true fear, fear for his brother, fear that he couldn't help his little brother. He looked at his brother not knowing how to fix it.

'De...sick.' Sam managed to choke out before he ran from his place of rest and into the bathroom. Leaning over the porcelain toilet bowl as the entire contents of his stomach emptied into the bowl below. He retched again and again, vomit continuing to expel from his stomach. Sweat was pouring from him, heat radiated from his body.

He felt cool hands grip his trembling frame as he was lowered to the ground. Dean was with him and thats all the wanted, all he needed right now. Both brothers sat side by side on the hard blue tiled floor, Dean's arm around his brothers shoulder as Sam leaned into his brother. With his free hand Dean pressed a cool washer onto Sam's face. Dean could feel the heat from his brother dampening his clothes. He had to cool his brother down quicker than this.

'Sammy, I'm gonna need to take your shirt off okay, your body is holding onto too much heat right now.'

As expected there was no response, Sam had either fallen asleep or passed out. Either way it was going to be easier this way. It meant that his brother wouldn't fight him on this. Dean carefully removed his brothers shirt trying his best to keep his brother in his unconscious state. Successfully Dean managed to remove his brothers top clothing. He lowered the the washer from his face to his back moving it onto different patches of his skin. Sam had been silent for almost an hour when he jolted awake in search for the toilet bowl as he once again continued to throw up.

'That's it Sammy, get it out.' Dean rubbed his brothers back. The only other time he had seen him this way was when Sam was 8 with a bad case of the stomach flu. They had ended up taking him to the hospital for severe dehydration and a high fever. Dean hoped this wasn't going to be a repeat.

His vomiting continued, becoming more and more forceful. Finding it hard to take a breath in between bouts. When Sam finally did manage to inhale his breath was sharp as he wheezed in the much needed air that circulated him. His eyes filled with water. His throat was strained, his throat burning from his stomachs acids. There was nothing left within him to expel yet his body didn't care as it continually forced him to dry retch over the toilet.

'Sam? We gotta get you to bed buddy.'

'Cant...wont stop' Sam dry retched again his stomach cramping intensely.

'I know, but there's nothing coming up, you'll be fine in bed, I'll tell you what, I'll put a bucket beside your bed in case you need it, and I'll be right beside you I wont leave until you're good and better okay?' Dean meant every word he spoke.

Sam nodded his head weakly in agreement as his brother supported Sams entire frame into a standing position. Slowly but surely they made their way back to Sam's bed. Dean making a majority of the effort as he lowered down his little brother. His body now trembling excessively.

'What is it Sam?'

'Cold' Sam replied through chattered teeth

'That's the fever talking, you're still burning up Sammy. Deans hand was now on his brothers forehead once more to confirm his suspicion of the raising already elevated body temperature.

'Tylenol?' Sam asked

'Yeh you threw them up, they aren't gonna help now.' Dean began tucking in the sheets around his younger brother.

'You can either try taking some more again and risk throwing up some more or you can try and sleep it off Sammy. Or alternatively we can go to the hospital and get them to connect an IV to you and get you what you need that way.'

'No.. hsptal.'

'I know Sammy, I know' Dean whispered under his breath looking down at his brother helplessly. He watched his brother fall into a deep sleep as he himself sat on the edge of his brothers bed head now buried in his hands.

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Morning had been welcomed into a new day and the sun shone through the splits of the dusty curtains. Dean had had an uncomfortable nights sleep on the floor as he had leaned up against his brothers bed his hand gripping his brothers arm through the night allowing Sam to know he was there for him. When Dean woke he found himself alone. His hand now empty. Dean frantically eyed his surroundings.

'Sam?'

He stopped in his tracks listening for the sound of response. There was none.

'Sammy? You in the bathroom?' Dean was now on his feet making his way to the closed and locked door. Great he thought to himself. Thats just what I need. A potentially passed out brother with a locked door.

Dean pounded on the door in front of him.

'Sammy you're gonna have to open up for me okay?'

There was another moments silence before the door opened. Dean took in the sight of his brother before him. He was almost grey in colour his hair wet with sweat his body was shaking excessively.

'Dean..' Was all Sam managed to get out before his eyes rolled back and his body became limp as he fell forward. Dean rushing in to grab his brother's body before he could have the chance to hit the tiled floor below.

As his brother lay unconscious in his arms Dean pulled out his phone. He'd have two phone calls to make, one for an ambulance the other to his father. He knew his father was not going to be happy having to return home early from a hunt regardless of the circumstances but he needed to be with his family right now.

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Sam awoke to the smell of antiseptic. His head felt foggy and thick, his mouth feeling dry and sluggish. His room was dark. He took in the sight of his surroundings. He noticed a figure slouched down uncomfortable on the chair. He figured it was Dean, the poor guy deserved a rest in something that was more horizontal. Rubbing his eyes his arms movements were restricted. Something was connected to his arm. An IV no doubt he thought to himself as his suspicions were confirmed taking in the sight of the fluid filled bag beside him. Sam tried to sit himself up but was interrupted by the sound of his brothers voice.

'Sammy? How you feeling?' His brothers voice filled with empathy for his younger sibling.

'Like I've been hit by a train.'

'Yeh figured just as much. You remember what happened?'

'Bits and pieces, last thing I remember was waking up this morning and puking my guts up again.'

Dean nodded.

'That wasn't this morning Sammy that happened two days ago.'

Sam's eyes widened.

'Two days ago?!'

Sam's heart rate began to increase which was picked up by the monitor connected to him.

'Hey, you gotta calm down Sammy. Don't get me wrong there are a lot of hot nurses here but I care about you a whole lot more than them right now okay.'

'Where's Dad?'

Deans expression changed from concern to anger.

'Dad...don't get me started on Dad. I called him when the ambulance brought you in. Said he was too busy with the hunt to get here. He told me to update him on any changes..and then he hung up.'

Dean witnessed his brothers expression dull into a sadness.

'Sorry Sam.'

'It's okay Dean, you're here and thats all that matters. What did the doctor say?'

'They said we were real lucky to get you in where we did Sam, your temperature was 107 Sam. We could...' Deans voice was now breaking.

'We could have lost you Sammy... they said it was stomach flu or something. They managed to get some meds into you through IV fluids. Took its time but looks like it's finally working.'

'Thanks Dean, thanks for caring about me enough to get me here.'

'Sammy don't you think that there is anything that I wouldn't do for you okay. I am always going to watch out for you, it's my job and I couldn't think of a better job to have.'

Sam smiled at his brother. He was glad to have him here, even if their Dad wasn't here Dean was all he needed.

'Thanks Dean, hey if it's okay with you I think I might just go back to sleep, I'm still feeling pretty tired.'

'Sure Sammy, you do what you need to I'll be right here no matter what.'

And with that Sam closed his eyes knowing that his brother would be there for him when he woke up in the morning